#book newt above all else

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i'm gonna pin this for tmr secret santa

IF YOU GOT ME (hi! 💗) and write/draw newt PLEASE DO BOOK NEWT

(thank you, have fun!!)

#maze runner #tmr #tmr secret santa #tmrsanta #tmrsecretsanta #book newt above all else #AAAH I'M SO EXCITED #tmrss #I forgot to add this while i was filling in the promts i'm SORRYYYY

[petrichor-idyllic]

Heyyy do you do reacts? Like "How the TMR boys would react to you calling them pretty" . If so, thank youuu :)

Oooo I never even thought about doing this, but I can absolutely give it a go :))

YOU THINK I'M PRETTY?

MASTERLIST | MULTI-CHARACTER MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Gender neutral reader.

WARNINGS: None really, maybe some inappropriate language and flirty behaviour.

"You know, you're actually kinda pretty."

THOMAS

Would not know how to react.

Thomas absolutely would be completely dumbfounded.

He'd been attracted to you ever since he'd arrived in the Glade, so you complimenting him would leave him in a stunned state.

Probably would also be the first and only time he gets complimented because the Gladers just call each other ugly on a daily basis.

"Oh, uh- thanks- thank you."

You probably wouldn't think much of it and go about your day.

He would spend the next four years thinking about it.

"They think I'm pretty."

Definitely a much needed confidence boost since he (especially in the books) is having a permanent identity crisis.

He might not know who he is, but damn, at least he's pretty.

NEWT

Newt isn't a stranger to compliments. He's one of the oldest standing Gladers and people often comment on his work ethic and ability to think fast.

His appearance though?

That's new.

He'd probably freeze, laughing it off as you just kinda randomly say it whilst he's working with the Track-hoes.

"Heh, what?"

In all honesty, you'd have been watching him for a while, admiring his features and when you say it, it would have been a thought you didn't mean to say out loud more than anything.

That wouldn't stop him from thinking about it. It would get brushed over fairly quickly since Newt is a busy dude, but he would definitely ask Minho and his friends about it.

"What do you think it means?

"Uh, that they think you're pretty? Duh."

Like Thomas, he would probably lie awake thinking about it, or just throughout his day, a soft smile playing on his lips, and he would definitely get caught laughing.

"Dude, you're thinking about it again?"

"Shut up, slinthead!"

"Touched a nerve, pretty boy?"

MINHO

Minho knows he's pretty. Everyone knows he's pretty. Just look at the guy. Even Thomas thinks he's pretty (*cough* the three paragraphs dedicated to describing Minho's arms in the book *cough*).

He'd probably laugh.

Sure, it's common knowledge that he's a good looking guy, but for someone to say it to him?

That'd be entertaining.

He'd tease you about it, making you the one that becomes a blushing mess.

"Hey, so how pretty do you think I am, exactly?"

He would not let it go.

But he wouldn't brag to the other Gladers about it. He would keep the information to himself, mainly keeping up the light bullying in private and leaving other Gladers confused as to why you tended to leave his presence bright red.

Secretly, he'd be thrilled. Of course, just that you think he's attractive to begin with, but also because it clearly runs deeper at your constant embarrassment.

He probably also wouldn't know how else to flirt with you. But he's trying his best. Compliments don't come as easy to him as they do you, so this is how he expresses it.

Definitely an ego boost.

GALLY

He would be insulted.

Gally wouldn't take it as a compliment at first. He wants to be a tough guy and you calling him pretty feels like a insult to his masculinity.

Definitely not the intention.

You think he's soft? Pretty? How dare you. How could you?

It wouldn't be until he spoke to Frypan that he'd realise.

"They called me pretty. Pretty! Do I look like a shuckin' sissy?"

"Dude, I'm pretty sure it was a compliment- they think you're hot."

"Oh."

That's when he'd be flustered.

In private, of course, but flustered nonetheless.

He'd feel like such a dick for reacting how he did and without even processing it properly.

He'd end up apologising and you'd laugh about it.

"It's okay, I won't call you pretty again. Promise."

But now he knows you think he's attractive, he'd definitely be bummed that you said you wouldn't compliment him like that again.

"I mean- you can still... yanno- say that."

Turns out Gally actually kinda is a softie when he wants to be.

You find it cute.

FRYPAN

He would be ecstatic.

Oh my God, you think he's pretty? His life is complete. The world is good. Kill him now, this is the best day of his life.

He'd tell everyone who would listen.

"Yeah! They called me pretty! Suck it! I'm prettier than you slintheads!"

"Fry, I really don't care."

He'd constantly ask you to call him pretty again. Or even other compliments and you'd find it funny.

He'd be surprising hard to fluster, but very easy to please.

It wouldn't be uncommon to find him grinning from ear to ear after talking to you.

He would also have the courage to return the compliments, creating a friendship that's basically filled with constant praise.

He would worship the ground you walk on.

Thinks he's in love every time you make eye contact.

ALBY

"Yeah, okay."

Alby would not give a shit.

The man is stressed 24/7.

You can't really blame him. He's in charge of a bunch of teenage boys in a Maze full of monsters, and he has to make sure that everyone is comfortable and surviving.

He has too much on his plate to even realise what you'd be saying at first.

The brain lag is real, and it would be three days later when he'd understand what you said.

"Wait a shuckin' second..."

After that, he'd think about it a lot, internally kicking himself and regretting the choice.

You wouldn't be shocked. This is exactly the kind of response you'd expect from the Leader. But you almost said it because you knew what his response would be.

You wouldn't have to worry about Alby being weird or acting different or telling anyone.

Though, he would become a lot friendlier towards you, starting to develop a sweet spot for you.

Would ya look at that, I can actually write for characters other than Minho? Who woulda guessed? In all seriousness, this was really fun and I enjoy writing headcanons as much as I like writing stories. I really enjoy these typa requests, tysm for sending it in.

Hope you all enjoy :))

#🌿 petri writes tmr #🌿 petri writes #🍃 petri tmr #newt the maze runner #minho the maze runner #the maze runner #minho tmr #tmr fanfiction #tmr thomas #tmr imagines #tmr minho #tmr x reader #thomas the maze runner #gally imagine #gally tmr

[dramioneasks]

Novel Length Fics (> 200,000 words) (Part 8)

Title: Unsinkable Author: Gingersoup  Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Drama, Angst Chapters: 38 Word Count: 250,812 Summary: After a fight gone wrong in the Department of Mysteries, sworn enemies Draco and Hermione are thrown into a mysterious pensive-like portal and come out the other side onto the RMS Titanic. In a race against time and without their wands, the unlikely duo will have to fight against the binds of their new identities as well as their animosity toward each other in order to survive.

Title: Anchor and Rose. Author: sixth_senses Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Drama, Angst Chapters: 38 Word Count: 200,220 Summary: "Is it really a good idea to run away from war with the person you despise the most?"A hotel, A boathouse, Narcissa Malfoy's safe-house, and the world's most powerful wand left behind by Regulus Black. What else could Hermione add to the list to make her absolutely insane?Ah yes, Draco fucking Malfoy.ALSO AVAILABLE ON MY WATTPAD (sixth_senses)

Title: selfxconclusion Author: spicyxpisces Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Drama, Angst Chapters: 40 Word Count: 424,687 Summary: One year after the death of her husband, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger is trying to navigate her way through her loss. While trying to discover who she is without her husband, her friends move through their own forms of grief within their relationships.

Title: The Stars Above Us Author: embersofapril Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Fluff, Angst Chapters: 40 Word Count: 200,988 Summary: He remains silent at first, clearly unsure of what to say next. The temperature feels hot, he thinks, especially for the dungeon's standards. He feels as if he can see the air particles between them, perhaps even count how many separate them from one another.It feels odd for him to be alone with Granger in the potions lab after all this time.He catches the faint scent of strawberries and honey, reminding him to order the ingredients for his lesson on Amortentia for his NEWT classes next week.-A slow-burn, flashback-filled dramione fanfiction with a side of wolfstar.

Title: A Game of High Stakes Author: in_dreams Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Angst Chapters: 51 Word Count: 263,110 Summary: In theory, the task is simple: kill Draco Malfoy. In practice, putting a curse through the Dark Lord's favoured lieutenant will take everything Hermione has―especially since he's trying to kill her, too. Even more so when the lines between them start to blur. Sometimes, the only way out is through.

Title: Who We Are Now Author: LiloLilyAnn Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Angst Chapters: 60 Word Count: 398,717 Summary: She lived through the war, but did she actually survive it? She didn't recognize the girl who looked back at her in the mirror, sunken eyes and protruding ribs, covered in scars. This wasn’t Hermione Granger. She died alongside Lavender, Fred, Sirius, Remus... Her name wasn’t up on any walls in memoriam, but she felt like a casualty nonetheless.*****When Hermione can't seem to get past the trauma of the war and all that happened to her, she's convinced to get help for her mental health issues. Unfortunately, the Wizarding World has none... yet.

Title: Redemption/Atonement Author: LordoftheManor Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Angst, Drama Chapters: 75 Word Count: 448,946 Summary: Draco Malfoy has had a crush on Granger for years. When Blaise tells him he's heard Granger has a crush on him--Draco decides to seize the opportunity. The only problem is, Granger wants to keep things quiet. Oh and he's a Death Eater working for Lord Voldemort. Hermione Granger has been secretly pining after Draco for years, telling no one. When he suddenly confronts her after class her world turns upside down. This is a 7th year fic as if Dumbledore hadn’t been killed and Voldemort hadn’t taken over the ministry yet. Draco redemption arc. This will cover books 6 & 7.Really just an excuse to write smut about a curly haired witch and her platinum haired beau. There will be dark themes, I’ll try not to stray too far from the books with that though. Explicit sexual content.

Title: A Dangerous Collection Author: Lia_Redrose Rating: E Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 34 Word Count: 208,277 Summary: Eight years after Voldemort's defeat, Draco Malfoy has left England for good. He has become a potioneer and works in a Potion Shop in Florence. He thinks he has done with the past, until one day a famous girl with messy curls and curious eyes storms inside and asks for a cure.The words and the newborn smile died as the woman turned to face him. Her mouth opened and her facial features became confused and astonished. “Malfoy?” There were surely some deities - three at least - that hated him and conjured for that to happen, because there was no other explanation to what was happening to him. It was a catastrophe. A catastrophe Draco couldn’t escape unless he bolted out of the shop to never come back again, which was something he couldn’t do. That’s why he cleared his throat and proceeded to greet his customer with a simple and clear “Granger.”

Title: Redemption Author: gnrkrystle  Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 45 Word Count: 237,960 Summary: As an Unspeakable, Hermione has been tasked with a very complicated case. All the Marked Death Eaters in Azkaban are falling ill - Draco Malfoy and Theo Nott the worst among them. She has to find out why and cure them.

Title: Finding Hermione Author: ebookdragon Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 51 Word Count: 217,753 Summary: Fifteen years after the end of the Second Wizarding War, former Hogwarts' students are sending their own children off to school for the first time. As the train leaves, Hermione makes a startling discovery about her husband and the secret life he's been living. Draco witnesses Hermione's world shatter and comes to her rescue, helping her pick up the pieces and find herself again.

Title: The Education of a Lady Author: thewanderers'wanderingdaughter  Rating: M Genre(s): Drama, Horror Chapters: 34 Word Count: 365,605 Summary: Fourth and final (for real this time) part in the His Little Bird series. The story of survival, betrayal, and tragedy. A monster took everything from her. Now she's expected to be a willing participant in the world he's built for them. They want her to become one of them. She only wants vengeance, and now that she has her power back, she can make that a reality.

Title: Snow Angel Author: SunflowersXx Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 31 Word Count: 353,142 Summary: ‘To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves’- Federico Garcia Lorca. Hermione hated secrets, she hated the idea that their lives were already decided in the stars; but mostly, she hated that she had to break Draco Malfoy’s heart.Draco didn’t think he would ever know what love felt like, he didn’t think he would find it in the sun, in whiskey and in that one curl. He certainly didn’t think he would loose it just as he had it in his grasp.

Title: The Hardest of Hearts Author: WillowingScribe1709 Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Humour Chapters: 34 Word Count: 219,508 Summary: Hermione, driven to become Minister of Magic, reluctantly joins a matchmaking agency, only to discover Draco Malfoy as her top match.Initially scoffing at the idea of marrying her old nemesis, Hermione is forced to reconsider when their paths intertwine, unraveling not just their past but also new layers of deceit. Among these Draco's connection to the Seven Devils, a group wrapped in secrecy and rumoured to have been founded by his father, Lucius.What starts out as a simple match of convenience soon blossoms into a profound connection that catches Hermione completely off guard. With a menacing new threat casting a shadow over their future, their growing bond becomes the crux upon which destiny hinges.---------“It’s not that simple,” he said, and his eyes flashed with something dark that curled around her airways and choked the breath out of her. “Even if we never consummate our marriage, I need to know that I can touch you in public without you flinching. That you can touch me in return without looking green in the face.”“Of course I can,” she said with more bravado than she felt.“Is that so?” Malfoy asked, more darkness swirling in his eyes. “Care to demonstrate?”

#Length: 200k or more #favourite fics #classic fics #novel length #dramione

[leftduck9986]

Mr Brown's "Dick Turpin"

A mega tribute to Mr Brown, meant for Valentine's Day, (belated... Deadlines? What are they? A Very Merry Un-Valentine's Day To You) In a giggly mood and might just have a tiny weeny pash on Mr Brown,

The local heart-throb of Whickber Street

Oh no! Did you hear that to the melody of "The demon barber of fleet street," as I did just now?

[above image: original final phrase of The Ballad of Sweeney Todd, transcribed in the key of G minor and slightly modified for alternate lyrics.]

No no no no no, I cannot have that and must fix it immediately. Mr Brown is to have an easy-listening, jazz-hands version. A fun and cheesy theme tune, but for added silliness, I'll keep the melody, arrange it for four-part closed harmony and change the key from G minor to B flat Major...

Stay tuned, but for now, time to be getting on with it.

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In Good Omens Season 2, episode 2, we are introduced to the delightful Mr Brown (portrayed by Tim Downie), of Brown's World of Carpets, Whickber Street, Soho, London. He is also the current president (?) of The Whickber Street Traders and Shopkeepers Association and seems to have been so for several years.

On first impression, Mr Brown is cheerful, energetic and highly social as he zips about the pub. He claims not to be a superstitious man, unassuming (with no hint of passive-aggression) when it comes to appearing to be avoided by others.

However he does have a particular skill in coercion (and coercion might be too strong a word): "Mr Fell has just been telling me how much he's looking forward to hosting our monthly street association get-together." I don't know how to describe what kind of a statement this is, for it's not a lie, it's definitely truth and fits perfectly to cover any and every possible version, no matter what Aziraphale did, or in this case didn't say. It's masterful. Also, there's something about Mr Brown's tone, is it...

Firm, but maybe in a good way? Does he himself have an intuition about people who need a little more than a gentle push toward civic obligation, or bringing someone else out of their hermit shell, to participate in social situations?

But underneath all that, is he himself a lonely person? When he's not trying to find someone to host the next month's meeting, does he really have a hard time keeping a conversation going and needs to carry with him, a lifeline of sorts?

Book quote in the X-Ray trivia for episode two: "Daily Mail. 'Letter from America'. Um, August the third," said Newt. "Just after the story about the woman in Worms, Nebraska, who taught her duck to play the accordion."

If this isn't only an Easter egg from the Good Omens book, then it seems to have been given a purpose that may or may not have a follow-through in season three:

The front-page headline of the newspaper attached to Mr Brown's clipboard is his conversation piece! It is to him, as the "Dick Turpin" was, to Newton Pulsifer.

He so wants for someone to ask him - everyone's eyes dart to it, but they have a feeling, that they know better than to ask!

Still, Mr Brown makes every effort to keep the sensational headline in full view of anyone he hopes to have this conversation with, while somehow avoiding permanent injury to his left elbow!!

Does he not have any friends (making friends as an adult is hard) and has difficulty engaging in small talk?

Is it just an article Mr Brown loves and desperately wants to talk about it with anyone? Someone he could also vavoom with? Awww.

He's just a person, in front of another person, silently asking them to please mention the newspaper headline. (Thank you Richard Curtis.)

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Episode Two:

Aziraphale and Crowley enter the Dirty Donkey. Mr Brown is standing at a table and talking with the people seated there. Is he only really at the pub trying to find someone to host the next Whickber Street Traders and Shopkeepers Association monthly meeting? If so, he's not having any luck, especially talking to three people at once - they have the advantage of strength in numbers, and can all turn him down, supporting each other if need be.

Then, seeing Mr. Fell sitting alone, he POUNCES!

Startling Aziraphale, who, while typically recognising and helping a human in distress (he did want to help Maggie that morning, he was just literally "a bit out of miracles" and wasn't being mean), he's also "just enough of a bastard" and is not going to indulge Mr Brown's subtle cry for attention. Mr Brown isn't in great distress in this moment anyway, though behind his smile, I don't know, he might be a tad desperate by this point?

Aziraphale has no memory of saying that he would "be delighted to host one of [the] monthly get-together's" - it's either a straight-up lie on Mr Brown's part, a lie that Aziraphale doesn't even remember making himself, or, it never happened but IS part of Adam's history reboot and his cheeky contribution to The Ineffable Plan.

If Mr Brown was ever previously in the habit of asking nicely, I can imagine that over time, unfortunately, being nice just became less effective. People being people. He's assertive here, well in control of this one-way conversation, his decision to have Mr Fell host the meeting already made.

I wonder how different his carpet sales technique might be? I'd love to see him comfortable in the sanctuary of his domain.

As Aziraphale and Crowley are leaving the pub, Mr Brown can be seen holding his clipboard high and close to his face, while speaking with a person wearing a tiger striped outfit at the bar. Earlier in the scene she is happily conversing with another, directly behind Crowley as he ordered drinks for himself and Aziraphale at the bar.

Her now non-smiling expression while briefly glancing down to the newspaper says that she has no intention of falling for it either!

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It's going to take someone truly kind to give Mr Brown's "Dick Turpin" the time of day. And even then, will that person suffer instant regret?

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Episode Five:

As he is entering the bookshop, does Mrs. Sandwich instantly recognise and turns away to avoid Mr Brown, as his reputation proceeds him? Could it be that the two ladies in the pub were Mrs. Sandwich's Girls / Mrs. Sandwich's Fine Stable of Ladies on break, or on the prowl for customers, introducing the "new model (with, or known as) friendly hands" to the community? Maybe that's why Mr Brown was speaking with the lady wearing the tiger stripes, because she's a new face in town and was just introducing himself as "The President of the Whickber Street Traders and Shopkeepers Association." Had they given Mrs Sandwich fair warning about him after that?

Mr Brown opens the bookshop door with his right hand and not even the teeniest hint of the clipboard or newspaper is seen in frame, as he has both arms held at length by his sides. Though he must have been holding that blasted clipboard in his left hand, because sure enough, even with his conversation under the influence of the Jane Austen Ball-spirit-miracle, there he is, hoping Nina will take the bait.

Ah, the one time he is clipboard-less, not just because of the Jane Austen miracle in effect but also likely because everyone is being musically queued to grab a partner and hit the dance-floor.

I love how he ends up dancing with the lady wearing leopard spots - we don't see him giving anything in return for her polite encouraging smiles (How can he have such a poker face while also looking gorgeously tender? Just look at him turning with Maggie, above. Is it more to do with the overwhelming situation of experiencing human touch after everyone going so long without such closeness?).

He could be incredibly intimidated by such a confident-looking woman with excellent posture (oops, I think I'm jealous and want to be her, hopeful to vavoom with Mr Brown, or just to tease him with smiles, daring him to smile back) and in awe of her wearing an animal [faux] skin pattern - the original carpet!!! Well, the man does have an eye for carpets.

Did he marvel at Mr Fell's carpets earlier in the day when delivering the seats for the meeting? (There's also the carpet on Aziraphale's chair, which may be similar in design for Nanny Crowley/Astoreth's carpet bag?)

If everything is to happen in three's, then will Mr Brown vavoom with the next person to wear the spots or stripes of a large wild cat?

Then, finally (my favourite reaction) *cough cough* "Madam" Shax - the last to see the newspaper fully intact, slowly turns and looks him down and up.

It happens to be the second reference to ducks Shax has been exposed to within a week aaannd in addition to Mr Brown being nothing but a "poultry human," maybe this is enough to really p*** her off?

Ducks again! What about storks, huh?!?

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Episode Six:

Crowley escorts Nina and Maggie back to the coffee shop. As an afterthought, he gently returns Mr Brown to Earth and kindly so, without the memory of detainment and likely taunting by his demon captors.

(I'm having too much fun right now, imagining a missing scene, right after Justine asks, "Is he alright?" and Crowley answers, "not likely." Cut to a scared Mr Brown somewhere in the basements of Hell, being circled by demons. No no, wait, there's no choice but to take the stairs back down first, bahaha!!! So, a couple of demons are each carrying Mr Brown by his elbows. A third demon, tasked with carrying the clipboard, makes the mistake of asking about the newspaper - maybe trying to read what's left of it - and then Mr Brown easily manages to switch from his frightened state, to story-telling mode. Do the demons become the tortured? Or are they ... impressed? They snap out of their demon facade and suddenly they're all having a grand time, all the way down to Mr Brown's cell, where they continue to have the best chat of their lives and there are no hard feelings. A gazillion points for team humanity and a win-win.)

Even now that hungry hungry demons have taken a couple good chomps out of it, Mr Brown shows no sign of wanting to get rid of his clipboard and newspaper, for it has added interest now!

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Will it be revealed that he is somehow related to the woman in the newspaper article, Janelle Keene, whether as close as a family member, a very distant relative, or someone completely unrelated, via 6 degrees of separation?

Here I'm reminded of Mel Brooks' 1987 film, Spaceballs (predominantly a Star Wars parody) -

Dark Helmet(portrayed by Rick Moranis): I am your father's brother's nephew's cousin's former roommate. Lone Starr(portrayed by Bill Pullman): What's that make us? Dark Helmet: Absolutely nothing!

Though I can imagine it would involve a much longer explanation on who's who, if he wants to, a-hem, witter on (Is "6 degrees of separation" basically, "I know a guy, who knows a guy, who knows..."? Remember "6 Degrees of Kevin Bacon?" seems much easier to do with film actors..) but Mr Brown seems like the "get in, get the job done, get out" efficient kind and I can hear him delivering a concise and likely well-rehearsed-in-front-of-the-bathroom-mirror-every-morning one-liner like above.

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(Am I entering fan-fiction territory now?)

Season Three Speculation

So who would be likely to take the bait, or better yet, have the ability to recognise someone in need of connection and taking the time to listen, really making their day?

I can think of one person kind* enough, who may have already met Mr Brown sometime during the unseen portion of episode 1, perhaps in a lonely moment where, say, Mr Brown was considering throwing away the newspaper, for his shy attempt to connect with people wasn't working.

He may have even considered giving up on asking others to host the monthly meetings and it may have been for a while, that he was hosting most all of them himself, with barely any attendees, though Maggie was always there. If Maggie has any vices at all, let it be that while she claims to never miss a meeting, she actually just dawdles around in the record shop taking her time to lock up, then sneaks into meetings late, in time for the end! Maybe that's why she was the last to arrive at The Ball perhaps?

This kind person shows up in Soho and has some free time to himself before needing to catch a plane, so he wanders about, ending up in Brown's World of Carpets. Coincidentally, his home (might it be in Tadfield? No.6, Hogback Lane?? phone no. ending in "668"??? Might he go by "Mr Johnson"????) may be in need of some new carpeting too …

Then, seeing the lonely shop owner, he kindly reaches out, having a lovely conversation about the article in the newspaper that seems to be on its way to the recycling bin, and is genuinely interested in Bridget, the accordion-playing duck.

With Mr Brown feeling warm'n'fuzzy and valued, a renewed sense of hope and a spring in his step, results in the version of him we see the next afternoon at the pub, in episode two.

His "Dick Turpin" had finally worked - surely it can work again?

The ineffability of it all! He finally sees Mr Fell in person again after several years!

Mr Fell, who that very morning was concerned about being "a bit out of miracles" and has just used a miracle to free up a table (were "those 3 nice people" angel doctors? Does Heaven have an excellent health plan, even for former angels?) he may currently "not have enough spoons" for the kind of miracle necessary to keep Mr Brown away this time.

Meanwhile, the kind person arrives in America, but then chooses to abandon his original plans: "What the hellaven, I have GOT to see this accordion-playing duck. Worms, Nebraska, here I come!"

*a.k.a, "hand-on-face-guy."

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When you go will you send back a Letter From America?

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Now, that was me having a great old time letting my imagination run wild and I hope that it was an entertaining read :)

But wait, there's more! After asking the internet, "Does Route 66 run through Nebraska?" I've learned the following tid-bits:

In Nebraska there is a State Highway 66, not the same as THE U.S Route 66. (Might this be how he gets lost, or where he will be while an American decoy is on route 66?);

Worms is found about half-way down the very long 2nd Road;

Places in Nebraska aside from the small village of Worms, include: Archer, Bee, La Vista and Wahoo. (imagine Crowley turning up and asking the town-folk, "Can I get a Wahoo?" and finally getting the feel-good moment of a decent enthusiastic response; Hastur having some kind of moment in La Vista.)

And the more time spent on google maps, there are bound to be more Good Omens-related places to discover!

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I was today years old (sometime during late Feb 2024) when browsing photos in X-ray, to find that this image (hidden in episode 3's x-ray, which makes no sense... swapped, for episode 2 newspaper clippings I suppose) is the FULL front page, and not just the photo with headline. The portion that was always folded under, out of sight (and therefore out of mind), it includes a legible story. A story expanded from a single line in a book written over thirty years ago and modified slightly to be relevant to near-present day events. How amazing!

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by S. KING

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THE challenges of having to stay indoors over the course of this past year have caused a multitude of unique and strange occurrences the world over. From social media challenges to the rise in popularity of rare indoor plants, we've come to expect the next big trending topic to arrive in the form of something entirely baffling.

Most recently, a Nebraskan woman used her time during the lockdown order in the United States to do the unthinkable. Janelle Keene, twelve-time Beaver County Accordion Association Champion and owner of Bridget, a domesticated duck, decided to take on an impossible challenge. Janelle decided to teach her duck, Bridget, to play.

"She took to it like a duck to water," said Janelle, who claims to have invented an intricate system of pulleys and levers to allow Bridget to press on the keys of the accordion. "She hasn't quite got the hang of reading sheet music yet but she's practicing her scales and it's starting to sound more like music."

Janelle's been uploading footage of her teaching journey with Bridget to a video sharing site and the response has been very supportive. One commenter wrote, "I had no idea ducks could be so emotive and create such poetry with their feet. Bridget's cover of 'Don't Stop Me Now' by Queen brought a tear to my eye. Freddy Mercury would be proud."

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Well, I gotta know what's on page 4 now!

And wow, what's the likelihood of Crowley being the one taking to social media and making that particular comment? Sitting in the Bentley, watching on his smartphone, a little sniffle, sobbing-singing along to the speed of Bridget's playing, "Don't... Stop... Me... Knah-ah-ah-ah-ah-oo-oo-hoo". Later in the bookshop, sharing with Aziraphale, keen to see his reaction… And if Crowley were to know that Freddy Mercury would be proud!?!!

Of course Mr Brown is just as likely to be following Bridget's progress on socials - the quoted comment may be his and all the more to share, with fellow humans, hopefully with Crowley...

... and possible demon pals???

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

As always, please no asking or tagging Mr Gaiman as this blog post contains theory, wishful thinking/fan-fiction(?) and speculation, thank you.

Let's go out on a song:

*jazz hands*

#good omens 2 #Mr Brown's “Dick Turpin” #Mr Brown has an eye for carpets #Is Mr Brown a cat person? #6 degrees of separation #Good Omens 3 speculation #whoops Bridget is not the same duck in the opening title sequence

[feraltuxedo]

Saving Face

New fic alert! My contribution for this year's @fandomtrumpshate auction is live - a five part human AU featuring author Crowley and faceblind bookseller Aziraphale.

Saving Face by FeralTuxedo E, 1/5 chapters Summary: Bookseller Aziraphale has never had much of a green thumb, but when radio host A.J. Crowley's new book about houseplants arrives at the shop, he makes an effort to sell as many copies as possible. His job is on the line, after all. And a mysterious redheaded customer with a penchant for vandalism isn’t helping.

I was prompted by @comicgeekery to write a meet-cute get together fic in that setting and with Aziraphale's prosopagnosia complicating things. Since I have the condition, too, I was all over that idea. You can check out an excerpt from the first chapter below the cut:

Abandoning his mug of tea, Aziraphale stepped out onto the shop floor, where the redhead was perusing the display table with the new arrivals.

‘I wouldn’t get that one if I were you. Dreadful slog all throughout the second half and the killer couldn’t be more obvious if she walked around with a bloodstained knife in her hand.’

The man’s sunglasses flashed at him as he looked up with that mixture of delight and apprehension that had baffled Aziraphale for weeks now. Every time this particular customer sauntered into the shop, nerves barely concealed behind the swagger, he appeared rather more interested in the shop assistant than the books he was half-heartedly browsing.

It had taken a while for Aziraphale to acknowledge the flirting, even after Newt had made several allusions to it. But by the time he’d summarised every single Bond novel to the man, noticed him hanging onto his every word, only for him to off-handedly comment that he’d already read them all, he’d cottoned on. Which was for the best, or he would have been more than irritated by what Gabriel no doubt considered a colossal waste of his shop staff’s time.

‘D’you read all the books you sell?’ the customer asked now, mouth twitching at the corners.

‘Goodness, no. If only. That would be the quickest way to get my notice handed to me.’

‘Right.’ The man’s eyebrows shot above the stark line of his sunglasses, surprise evident on his sharp features. ‘Isn’t this your shop?’

The absurdity of the idea made Aziraphale laugh.

‘Mine? Oh no, far from it. I am but a humble shop assistant.’

He tapped the name badge pinned to his chest. The man didn’t look at it, but fumbled with the book in his hands.

‘Right, sorry. Just thought… ‘cause you’re in here all the time…’

‘I’m the only full-time staff member,’ Aziraphale explained. ‘Everyone else is part-time, except for the manager, and he works upstairs.’

He pointed at the ceiling, beyond which Gabriel sat in his first-floor office, presumably doing very little. Aziraphale preferred it that way. Once or twice each day, he would descend the stairs into the staff room to make a snide comment about sales figures or the correct way to lay out a shop window, and then disappear again.

‘Though, if I might be so bold as to admit, with him very much busy with his accounts—’ Aziraphale put the last word in air quotes— ‘I’m mostly left to do as I please. Which is for the best, really. If my manager was in charge of the displays, you’d see nothing but How to Win Friends and Influence People. I’m sure it’s the only book he’s ever read, not that it’s done him much good.’

The man’s laughter rang through the shop bright as a bell. Entirely charming. Encouraged, Aziraphale took a step closer and looked back over his shoulder to make sure Newt was not lurking in the doorway to the staff room. He gathered all his resolve, and to his own surprise, his smile was as steady as his voice when he spoke.

‘I was wondering, actually, if I might take you out for a coffee. There’s a lovely little place just around the corner, and I can take my break as early as in half an hour. I just need to let my colleague know. The thing is, I’d love to talk more about books with you. Or anything else, for that matter.’

The man stared at him through dark lenses, a deep frown forming beneath his widow’s peak. Well, that wasn’t at all a good sign. Had Aziraphale misread the signals? Was he being a creep?

This moment of building panic was interrupted by Newt, who stomped onto the shop floor with an armful of new releases.

‘Was it you who ordered a whole box of Yelling at Plants by A.J. Crowley?’

Aziraphale, grateful for the distraction, whipped around to relieve Newt of some of the books precariously balanced in his grip. They were bound in a striking black and green cover, with the title embossed in gold. Eye-catching.

‘Yes, I did. How exciting, I didn’t realise they’d already be here. We must clear a space for them, maybe over here?’

He bustled over to the large table in the centre and directed Newt to dump the pile of books on top of it. Prime real estate. As soon as the shop was empty, he’d make it look all nice. And then sneak a look at the book itself. He had been rather looking forward to this one.

Newt regarded the books with a shake of the head.

‘How on earth are we meant to shift thirty copies of a gardening book? Are you actually trying to get us both sacked?’

‘Don’t be silly. This is not just any gardening book. It’s A.J. Crowley’s literary debut.’

This statement was only met with confusion.

‘You don’t know him? Yelling at Plants, every Saturday morning on Radio 4?’

Lovely way to wake up, with the silky voice of A.J. Crowley coming through the airwaves, much less choleric than the name of the show suggested.

‘My nan listens to Radio 4,’ Newt said derisively.

‘Your nan clearly has better taste than you.’

#good omens #good omens fanfic #good omens au #my writing #fandom trumps hate

[newtslovergal]

The Janson Sisters - prologue

I wrote this 3 book long fanfic on Wattpad last fall and finished the last book in early January 💀. Idk if it’s a good idea to post it here, but I will. My grammar is probably preposterous, but I just wrote it for my friend and I so it’s fine.

The Maze Runner Fanfic - About two girls named Maria and Lydia who are on the journey of self discovery and why they were created. Will they live?

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                  It was cold, dark and still all at once. There was a loud blaring sound as lights flashed in the small room, illuminating only so much "Hello??" Lydia yelled while frantically looking around. She soon realized it was hopeless to try and see her surrounds, as it was almost impossible to see without light. She realized a girl next to her, but she wasn't awake "Hey!" She yelled while lightly shaking the other girl's shoulder. The girl didn't budge, the only thing that moved was her hair and that was only from Lydia shoving her.

A loud alarm blared again, this time the room started to move "HELLO?? HELP!!" Lydia started to scream as she tried to stand up. One of her only concerns were that the other girl wasn't waking up and whatever box or room they were in was moving higher and higher. She started to look around, seeing nothing else was in the box besides them "HELLOOO!!" She extended her scream. Which was to no avail, as no one seem to answer her. She looked up, seeing the box was coming fairly close to a red dot. She then realized the red dot was growing closer "Oh shit" she said to herself.

The box then stopped; another loud beeping sound echoed "Why is it coming back up?" Someone yelled from the other side. Lydia stared at the ceiling, as she scooted over so she was closer to the unconscious girl. The ceiling then opened, allowing the bright sun to shine in "Quick open the gates" a male voice commanded. Lydia felt herself grow more anxious, the metal gates above her were then lifted. She felt as though the only sort of protection she had was taken from her "It's...two girls." the Blonde boy said in a confused tone. The blonde boy had a thick British accent that sort of rang a bell, but she didn't know from where, he didn't look familiar.

Without warning, a boy with these angry looking eyebrows hopped in "Stay back!" Lydia shrieked as he inched towards them. The boy stopped, he looked confused "What's wrong with her?" He questioned while gesturing to the unconscious girl. Lydia glanced at the girl before looking right back up at the boy, making sure he didn't do anything weird "I don't know" she replied. He nodded "Okay. Well let's get you two up" he said while reaching for the unconscious girl, which was a mistake. Lydia then shielded herself over the girl, feeling a need to protect her "I don't know who you are, how do I know you won't do anything weird" she said while still covering the girl. He stared "Newt, Thomas come down here they won't comply" the guy spoke again. Lydia frowned "If you touch me or her, I will hurt you" she threatened, hearing her voice crack as she tried to defend herself. The guy with the furious eyebrows rolled his eyes "We're not going to hurt you" he said as the two boys he called for jumped down.

The blonde British boy and his friend, who had dark brown hair and a very slim face shared a glance. Lydia could tell they weren't fully on board with whatever the guy with the stern eyebrows was saying and she took advantage of that. The three discussed with each other about how they were going to get the two girls out of the box, when The blonde British boy reach towards the unconscious girl. Lydia pushed him back "Too close buddy" she said rudely, Newt sighed as he attempted to at least get the girl up. The two started arguing, Newt didn't understand why she was so threatened, and Lydia didn't understand why he didn't get why she felt that way.

With all the commotion, it had awakened the previous unconscious girl. When she finally opened her eyes, the first thing she did was shield herself with her forearm. The sun was shining right into her eyes, blinding her from her surroundings "Look, now you woke her up" Lydia said while shaking her head. Newt seem to of had enough, reaching in their direction again was another mistake he made. Since Maria didn't have the first clue on what was going on, the first thing she did was defend herself "Don't touch me!" She yelled while punching the blonde boy. Everyone watched as he flew back, creating a loud thud as he came in contact with the metal box.

Maria covered her mouth, realizing she could have just made a huge mistake "Alright that's enough!" A boy above them yelled. This was a new voice the two hadn't ever heard "Guys get out of the box" he ordered, the boys that were in the box with the girls then climbed out.

All the boys backed up "Hello gals, my name is Alby. We do not plan on hurting you" he started to explain, Lydia then interrupted "Why can't I remember anything?!" She panicked. Alby sighed and nodded "I know you're scared, probably confused and we were all like that when we first came up in the box. I know you have no reason to believe my word, but I promise If you come out of the box nothing bad will happen to you" he said with a very convincing tone. Lydia stood up slowly, holding a handout so it could help the other girl.

As they stepped out of the box, the feeling of the grass felt unreal and so soft at the same time. For some reason, the sun was even hotter outside the box "Now follow me" the guy named Alby instructed. The girls shared a glance, debating on if they should actually follow or not. Lydia shrugged and started to follow him "If they wanted to hurt us, they would of by now, right?" She said in a low tone, low enough for Maria to hear. Maria nodded, agreeing as she too followed the unfamiliar man. Mass majority of the area was a huge field, but the biggest eye sore was the 100-foot walls that surrounded them. All sorts of plants grew off of it, it seemed to mainly be Vines. Alby then turned around once they were far enough from the group of boys "Now I know you don't know where you are or who we are" he started while crossing his arms. Lydia put her hands on her hips "Yeah, why are we here?" She questioned "You sure have a lot of questions. But like everyone else, so do we" he said while turning back around.

Alby gave the impression that he had all the answers, but from what the girls could tell - he didn't. He kept rambling on, about how they first started up here, how the maze is the only way out and they had already tried everything. The system in this place he called "The Glade" sounded like a well-built society. Of every question Lydia threw at him he had an answer for, this whole thing sounded like a joke "So, what you're saying is. You don't know who put us here or why and we just have to survive?" She said a tone that indicated she didn't believe him. The guy sighed "Yes, we live in this place like a family. All we have is each other" he explained while still walking. Luckily while Alby gave them a tour, a lot of things were brought up and discussed. They figured out the types of jobs there were, and Lydia had her heart set on being a Runner. Maria on the other hand, desired being the medical assistant.

The sun was setting, and the beautiful horizon glow peeked over the wall "Now I don't know you too. But you will get your names back in a few days. It's the one thing they let us remember about ourselves" he started "And I meant it when I said we wouldn't harm you. Though still stay aware because these Shanks have never been around a girl. Well, from what they can remember of course" he said as he warned them. The sun was gone by the time they made it to the so-called Homestead "I had Chuck here set up your hammocks. Please feel at home" he said while saying his goodbyes "And never shy away from asking me questions. I'm sure everyone here would have answers for you, but you can always personally come find me" and with that he walked away.

#the maze runner #the maze runner fanfiction #newt tmr #thomas tmr #tmr #fanfiction #romance #adventure #sisters

[serenefreakgeekao3]

Apricity

[Table of Contents]

Relationships: Newt/Reader, Thomas/Reader, Newt/Thomas, Newt/Thomas/Reader, Gally/Ben, Gally & Reader, Minho & Reader, Chuck & Reader

Characters: Newt, Thomas, Minho, Alby, Gally, Ben, Chuck, Winston, Zart, OC: Holly, Frypan, OC: Josh,

Tags: Second person POV, Third person POV, Switching POV, Reader POV, Gender neutral reader, Fix It, Aged Up Gladers, Polyamory, Canon typical violence,

Summary: You've read the books, you've seen the movies- and now you're living it? You wake up in an elevator with only flashes of your old memories. You remember slowly, bits and pieces that make no sense at all. Everything anyone remembers involves a facility, some scientists, even drowning. But you remember reading.

When you begin to not only care for the people surrounding you, but remember feelings buried deep down, what lengths will you go through to ensure their safety? You know all the plays, all the answers, so long as you don't change too much. But things have already changed, and you're struggling to keep up.

Or, alternate summary… You were transported from our reality to theirs. You're living in a book you once read and you need to fight to survive. Honestly, just an indulgent self insert where I get to have both boys of my dreams, and they get to have each other and also live. (By the by, everyone is aged up because I'm not about having romances with teenagers woops)

Prologue, The Boys Find Comfort

Day -One, Tuesday

"Tommy," Newt whispered, laying on his side facing the man. It was dark, probably extremely early morning, and most everyone else was asleep. At least, Newt hoped they were all asleep. He wasn't even sure Thomas wasn't asleep, but he tried to call out again, "Tommy, you awake?"

Shifting could be heard, and Newt watched as Thomas turned over on his sleeping pad, his green blanket not covering much of him. But Newt could clearly see his eyes with the limited amount of moonlight shining down onto the grass nearby, the roof above them covering most of it. Both boys stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, hesitant to break it, before Thomas finally whispered roughly back, "Yeah."

"I was thinking about when you first got here," Newt began, whispering just loud enough for them, "That was so long ago now." He took a deep breath, pushing it out slowly and waiting to see if Thomas would interrupt. When he didn't, Newt continued, "You just seemed so hopeful, for a way out, back then. Did-" Newt hesitates, his brow furrowing, "Did that change?"

"I'm still hopeful, Newt," Thomas whispered back, just as quietly. "It's why I'm still a runner. We haven't given up." Thomas reaches out a hand, slowly, just barely letting it fall to the floor between the two bed pads they laid on.

"After all this time? You really think you can find a way out for us?" Newt's voice is small, but hopeful. Oh so slowly, Newt slid his hand across his bed, letting it fall off and bump against Thomas' own. 

"I will figure it out, Newt. I promise you. I'll get us out of here." Newt knew what he was saying, and what he meant. The Runners would find the answer, and get the Gladers out of there. But also, Thomas would find the answer, and he would get the two of them out. Newt slid his hand underneath Thomas' now, raising his fingers to lightly interlock them. 

"I believe you," Newt replied quietly, shaking his head. "Who knows bloody why, Tommy, but I do believe you."

Thomas had become Newt's rock throughout all this time. And just the same, Newt has been a steady constant in Thomas' life that has kept him stable, looking forward, with a reason to fight. Yet, neither of the boys knew how quickly everything could change, and Greenie day is tomorrow. However, WCKD certainly isn't expecting You.

#Maze runner #Fanfiction #Newt #Thomas #X reader #Newt x reader #Thomas x reader #Newt x Thomas x reader #Newtmas x reader #Polyamory #Poly!newtmas #Gender neutral reader #Second person POV #Third person POV #Switching POV #Prologue #Teaser #It's just the tiniest little prologue but I swear the actual fic is much bigger

[theplanetofthesnapes]

Stressed

Summary: You’re stressed over your upcoming exams and your boyfriend Draco helps you study.

Warnings: Mentions of sex and masturbation but no smut sorry just kissing.

I’m in the common room looking at my transfiguration book intently and hoping it might transfigure itself into an apparatus that may help me learn it all. How on earth am I supposed to remember all this information for my OWLs next week? It seems like an impossible task and when I look around I see everyone else has gone to bed and I’m alone in the common room. I sigh and put my head in my hands on top of the desk.

“You alright there love?” Draco appears next to me. It’s okay for him, he’s in the year above me and the NEWT exams finished last week.

“No, I honestly just don’t understand how anyone can learn all this. I’m definitely going to fail and then I’ll be kicked out of Hogwarts and I won’t see you anymore and you’ll start going out with Pansy Parkinson or someone and I’ll just be at home by myself and have to go out and get a muggle job in a supermarket or be a caretaker like Filch while I get to watch everyone else do magic” I wail. He chuckles and takes the book away from me while pulling me into a hug.

“One you’re not going to fail, I bet you know more than you think you do. Two even if you never existed I wouldn’t date Pansy you know that. And three even if you did need to get a job at a muggle supermarket you can bet your butt I’m gonna stop by that supermarket every damn day to see my super hot cashier girlfriend” he says as he kisses my head. “You should take a break love it’s almost midnight”

“I…” I start and before I can carry on he captures my mouth with his and kisses me softly, I kiss back forgetting everything for a moment. He deepens the kiss “Draco” I start to say but he uses that opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth and for a while I let myself get distracted by his intoxicating presence and sink further into the kiss.

After a while the thought of me in an exam hall looking at my test paper blankly while everyone around me is furiously writing pops into my head and I break the kiss in a panic. “Drake” I say breathlessly. He makes a disgruntled noise and I look at him “Sorry it’s not that I don’t want to, I really do. You don’t know how much I miss your touch. I’m just really stressed right now, I can’t shake this anxiety. Next week exams will be over and then I promise you will have my full attention”

“Don’t apologise silly, I’m sorry for practically jumping you it’s just with my exams and now yours we just haven’t had any alone time recently and I really miss you too. It doesn’t help when I’m not with you Crabbe and Goyle follow me around like lost puppies so I can never even take care of myself without fear they’re going to walk in at any moment. I swear they must have some kind of tracking charm put on me or something they always seem to find me” he laughs. “How about I help you study and prove to you that you know more than you think you do, then you can put the book down and take a damn break”

“I don’t…” I trail off.

“I don’t mean so we can do that” he laughs again at my worried expression. “ We can just cuddle on the sofa and listen to that radio station that you like or play some wizards chess, just until you’re ready to go to bed. I’m just worried that you’re not getting any downtime, if you don’t give yourself a break your head is going to explode y/n”

“Okay fine, but if I don’t know anything I’m studying till I pass out at this desk” I agree reluctantly.

He chuckles “Okay deal” he says confidently.

We studied for another hour and surprisingly I understood and could answer Draco’s questions relatively easy. “Okay and name three of the most important factors that are needed to be taken in to consideration when casting a transfiguration spell” he asks.

“Oh I know this one easy. Body weight, viscousness and wand power” I say and breathe a sigh of relief. I did know more than I thought I did, Draco was right. I felt a lot more relaxed now.

“And that’s about as complicated as the OWL questions get, trust me you’ll ace them. Just wait until you get to your NEWT exams, then you’ll laugh at your past self for being worried about your OWLs, you’ll think back fondly and wish that everything was as simple as last year” He says looking wistfully off into the distance, a slight look of worry in his eye.

“Oh Draco you’ll have aced your exams don’t worry about that. Aren’t you like second top of the year for your results?” I say trying to reassure him.

“Way to remind me I’m second to Granger” he rolls his eyes. “Anyway since we’ve determined you’re a genius and are going to get Os in all of your exams aren’t you going to hold up your end of the bargain and finally take a break. What do you want to do? We could…” I interrupt him by straddling him and looking into his eyes “Feeling less anxious now I gather” he says looking at me hopefully.

“Draco Honey, my OWLs aren’t the only thing I feel like getting an O in right now” I say before I press my mouth to his.

#imagine #draco x you #draco malfoy #draco x reader #transfiguration #harry potter #studying #slytherin

[fensherohair]

Hogwarts Bane (Sirius Black X Fem Reader) - Marauder Era

Word Count: 1.7K Warning: None (unless you count mischief)

(Y/N) had always been mischievous, it was a trait often associated with her. That was just whom she was. Her first year at Hogwarts had been almost boring, nothing out of the ordinary happened. She'd been sorted into Gryffindor by the sorting house, and quickly become friends with Melene McKinnon and Lily Evans. Just as she'd become the bane of James Potter's existence and that of several professors. The years following, a prank war of sorts had broken out between (Y/N) and the Marauders, although for the most part, it had been against James, Peter and Sirius would also join in from time to time. Remus often being the voice of reason, although he'd given (Y/N) some pointers on the odd occasion or purposely not warned James, Peter and Sirius when they walked into one of her traps. 

"What do you mean you gave me the map? I have seen you since breakfast" stated James, suddenly concerned about the whereabouts of the map and whom could have hold of it. His voice just above a whisper, as he shouted. Attempting to keep his voice down so fellow students wouldn't hear what they were on about. Remus and Sirius nowhere to be found, likely still serving detention or in the library looking for the books needed to study. Although their sixth year, some were getting a head start for the NEWT's next year. Some just wanted to prepare themselves for future possibilities. 

"I gave it to on the way to Defense against the Dark Arts" muttered Peter, as if suddenly realizing someone else had the map. The scrawny teenager suddenly began hoping, Sniverllus hadn't gotten it via polyjuice potion. It wasn't worth thinking about, what the Slytherin could do with the map. Not only would it help him immensely with whatever he did in his free time, but it would also allow him to see where they were at all times, thrust none of them would be able to get the jump on him. That being if he knew the password to it. "You asked what the password was to open and close it. Said it was to make sure it was me because someone was impersonating students and staff again" as the words left Peter's lips, James turned to him quickly, as if his worst fears had been realized. 

"Wormtail you idiot" almost yelled James, before he could calm himself again. The situation was dire and far more important than studying or continuing on the prank war with (Y/N). At that moment Remus and Sirius entered the common room, Remus chuckling about something and Sirius' hair smoking slightly, his face also slightly blackened, as if something had blown up in his face. Yet none the less, the pure-blood wizard seemed cheery none the less, a grin on his lips as he continued his conversation with Remus. "You two wouldn't believe what's happened. Someone impersonated me and got the map from Peter. He gave them the passwords and all" angrily whispered yelled James, when the duo sat down at the open chairs. Remus placing the books down carefully, while Sirius attempted to put the blue flames smoking in his hair out. 

"You mean this right?" came the voice of (Y/N) from behind James, the four turning their attention to her. Only to see her holding the blank parchment up, a wicked grin upon her lips as her eyes lit up with mischief again. She just managed to stifle her laugh upon seeing Sirius, it being clear he'd be hit with her antics on the grand staircase again. Just as James' reddened noses suggested he'd found the nose biting tea pot and matching cups, she'd left out to catch someone. "Quite the peace of magic you boys have there. Although you missed a few spots around the school" complimented the young Gryffindor student, her grin remained unmoved as James reached up to snatch the blank parchment from her. 

"How did you brew the potion so fast?" asked James, not noticing the look Sirius and Remus shared. "Polyjuice potion take a month to brew, not even you could get everything and brew it without being detected" added Prongs, automatically assuming she had used the polyjuice potion, as if any other possibility was yet to enter his mind. "Wait, what do you mean we missed some places?" asked the teenager, as if it suddenly hit him what she said, which also confirmed she'd taken a peak at the map or at least used it for something. 

"She didn't brew a potion mate. She's metamorphic" corrected Sirius, suddenly curious how James had missed the obvious signs, the mischief, clumsiness and her hair randomly changing colors at a moments notice. James looked up quickly, as if it all suddenly made sense. How she got away so quickly when he'd chased her down corridors, he'd be seconds behind her and find nothing when rounding corners. Even why Melene and Lily so often chuckled at him when he insisted one day he'd catch her. "Mind putting the flames out?" asked Sirius, stilling trying to figure out what powder she'd used for it, he'd yet to see anything like it and none of the spell or potion books had anything remotely similar. (Y/N) simply nodded before pulling out her wand, quietly waving it towards Sirius before putting it away again. "What did you use anyway?" continued Padfoot, noticing the fire didn't do any damage, it just smoked a little and never seemed to dire down no matter what he did. All he and Remus succeeded in doing was changing the color from purple to blue. 

"A little concoction of mine" admitted (Y/N) revealing it wasn't a potion or spell to be found in a book, but instead something she had created herself. Putting the time she spent in detention to good use. "And yes James you missed some spots around the school. Couple of great hiding places and a hidden passage or two" elaborated (Y/N), a grin on her lips, although she didn't give any specifics. Peter merely looked on confused, as if he didn't really know what was going on, or had lost track of the conversation at some point. 

"Of all the people to date Sirius, you had to pick the bane of my existence" spoke James, putting his head down on the table. Remus just laughed again, knowing (Y/N) was the bane of a lot of people's existence, mainly Slytherin students and professors. (Y/N) made a comment to correct something. Sirius rubbed James' hair to offer comfort, but a chuckle escaped him none the less. "Why did you impersonate me? Why not the others?" asked Prongs, suddenly curious why she had chosen him to impersonate rather than one of the others. 

"Peter's too easy to impersonate. Remus was in plain sight so it would be easy for someone to notice. Sirius was with McGonagall. So that left you. Plus I like a challenge" commented (Y/N), seeing how Peter look to her, as if to protest about being easy to impersonate. He'd always prided himself on being a Marauder. Remus and Sirius simply nodded, as if seeing the logical reasoning behind them not being chosen, where as James simply smirked at the idea of challenging (Y/N). "Might want to watch for Snape. He thinks your up to something, hasn't quite dawned on him the second version of you, was actually me. Directed him towards a fire popper, same one Lily walked into" quickly added (Y/N) revealing one person had noticed something was up but not quite catching what. The half blood witch merely grinning mischievously as she skipped off towards the dorm stairs. 

"How did your parents react?" asked Remus, recalling Sirius sending a letter home to inform his parents of his dating life. It was no secret Sirius would do anything to go against his family's traditions. This time it being whom one associated with and was in a relationship with. It was no secret (Y/N) was a half blood, something she was actually rather proud of. That and she wasn't known to care about another's blood status, instead she went by the person as a whole. 

"Did the howler not give it away?" responded Sirius, chuckling as he held up the pink/red envelope, the one which had been whistling and almost growling, since receiving it that morning. He refused to open it, intending on seeing how long it took it to explode. Plus he knew what it would say anyway. Demands for him to break up with (Y/N), and a bunch of slurs and other insults thrown in her direction. A few other things about being disappointed in him and so on. "Planning to see how long it takes to explode" announced Padfoot, looking up just in time to see (Y/N) at the top on the balcony overlooking the common area. Lily and Melene coincidentally disappearing mere seconds later. (Y/N) simply winked in Sirius's direction before throwing the Fanged Frisbee over the balcony, it clearly been bewitched to follow people. 

"Going old school now" commented Remus as he ducked, Peter having disappeared under the table, almost in hopes of it to protect him from the chaos. A hope that was soon destroyed by the ever bashing boomerang. As well as a few others things. "Bane of your existence James. She's the bane of Hogwarts at the moment" spoke Moony, once again ducking and making a b-line for the stairs. Just spotting Sirius catch the boomerang, before throwing it again with a smirk. Almost as if the whole thing was planned. 

"Sirius" called James, finding cover behind one of the chairs. The eldest Black brother, soon looked over to his best friend, a smirk on his lips as he did so. "We should seriously consider recruiting (Y/N) rather than continuing the war. Seems we need to think of new tricks" commented James as one of the teacup latched on to his fingers, causing him to curse and yell out. Sirius seemingly agreed, suspecting the creative ideas (Y/N) often using them to cause mischief, and put others who prided themselves on being mischievous to shame. "Give her a kiss for me" commented Prongs, seeing Sirius's confusion, he stood confused for some minutes before being brought back to reality when the boomerang hit the back of his head. 

Fens Masterlist

#harry potter oneshot #wizarding world #hogwarts #sirius black #remus lupin #James Potter #peter pettigrew #marauder era #Magic #x reader #reader insert #sirius black x fem reader #sirius black x reader #metamorphmagus reader #mischief and magic

[scattered-winter]

respectfully requesting newt from maze runner for the character meme !!

bro you've Awakened Something in me it's been far too long since I've talked about my boy my babygirl my blorbo

favorite thing about him

his selflessness!!! throughout all the events of the series (both the books AND the movies) he's consistently putting everyone else's needs before his own. he was one of the leaders of the Glade, which meant he worked day and night to keep the order and safety there. and outside the Glade, he pulled his own weight and even put himself in danger to protect the others on several occasions (saving Minho from the lightning storm is what immediately comes to mind but I know there's a lot more). and even in the death cure, when the flare is taking over and he can feel himself changing, he still stays focused and doesn't let that distract him or anyone else from the end goal. to me it's just....heartbreaking, really. he suffered in silence because he didn't want his friends to grieve him while he was still standing there, and so he had to deal with slowly losing his mind by himself

least favorite thing about him

his SELFLESSNESS

listen I can love and hate the same thing about a guy

the fact that he was so focused on the group's survival just added so much more angst to the story and it causes me PAINNNN. like!! in the movies specifically, they were SO CLOSE to giving him the cure!!!!!!!!! they were so achingly close!!!!!!!! but he'd been fighting the virus for so long and it finally took over and he died only moments before the cure arrived. I'm fukcijgn

favorite line

"great, we're all bloody inspired"

brOTP

Minho and Newt are BESTIES ok. they're besties. I cry about them every day. they're besties

same with Alby and Newt they were! leaders together! and neither of them made it out! I'm unwell!

actually on that same note. I think Minho was the oldest Glader to have made it out alive. all his friends and mentors who came before him are dead. I'm so fucking emo right now

honestly I love all of Newt's canon friendships! his friendship with Thomas is GREAT his friendship with the other Gladers is GREAT

nOTP

meh nothing really....strikes me as a nOTP tbh. in fact I don't really actively ship anyone in this series! usually when I hard-core ship something, it's because I felt unsatisfied with the media/felt like it's an interesting dynamic to be explored. I was fairly satisfied with the series as a whole and I felt like the overall point of them was complete without romance, and to add a lot of romance (excluding the thomas/teresa thomas/brenda stuff that was already there) would have just....blocked out the horror and morally gray themes, ya know? so idk I don't really have strong feelings about any romantic pairings in this specific piece of media

in fact, I saw someone point out that it would've been a stronger and more potent narrative if Thomas and Teresa were SIBLINGS instead of romantic partners and tbh that hasn't left my brain because they're RIGHT. it would've been soooo compelling ughh I'm going insane just thinking about the parallels here

OTP

all that being said, it's kinda fun to play with the narratives a bit :] most of the fic I intend to write in this fandom is friendship/family based, because of my feelings as stated above, but I'm not immune to the newtmas or minewt here <3 there's just something about two best friends who have been through hell and worse together getting to kiss <3

random headcanon

Newt actually left notes for EVERYONE, not just Thomas. he even left one with Thomas intended for Teresa, despite everything she'd done, but ofc she never got the chance to read it so Thomas just kept it in a pocket by his heart. and maybe one day, years later, after he finally found some semblance of peace and healing, he burned it to ash to finally say goodbye to them both

unpopular opinion

listen I love Newt but the fandom has a tendency to shove Minho aside to make room for him (especially hardcore newtmas shippers) which is... :/ let's all examine why that might be !

song I associate with him

Doom Days by Bastille. warning: you will cry.

favorite picture of him

hair floof <3 he's so blorbo shaped here idk

send me a character!

#bro youve opened up the well now im wailing about how fucking tragic these books are #ughhghh UNWELLLLL #asks #newt #the maze runner #dauntingday

[mylifeinfiction]

Lonesome Dove by Larry McMurtry

“It's funny leaving a place, ain't it? You never do know when you'll get back.”

Larry McMurtry's Lonesome Dove is the epitome of the American Western. It's scope is as grand as the frontier through which its characters journey. Its themes are as rooted in the American experience as they are in the American dream. And its characters are as flawed as they are heroic, as complex as they are charming, and as compelling as they are downright vile.

McMurtry fills this brilliant, behemoth book with an overwhelming understanding not only of these characters and their emotional and physical journey, but of the innate romance and ever-present danger of the wild west itself. Through this understanding and his impeccable prose, he brings us on an unpredictable, exciting and often infuriating adventure through the American west in a way that's as epic as it is singular.

This was one of those endlessly satisfying reading experiences, for me... the type where I continuously had to slow myself down because I simply never wanted it to end. McMurtry's storytelling is so immersive and enjoyable that I found myself longing for more of everything - even the characters I absolutely abhorred - every time I had to set the book down. And despite leading me down unexpected paths that broke my heart and had me damn-near ready to throw the book at the wall, and leaving so many character arcs wide-open, each and every moment throughout this book - every act of bravery, every betrayal, every death, every promise kept - works so well thematically that I couldn't help but embrace them completely in the end. Lonesome Dove is one hell of book.

“It ain’t dying I’m talking about, it’s living. I doubt it matters where you die, but it matters where you live.”

Some Random Thoughts: (Beware of Possible SPOILERS!)

The dialogue!! All of it is so dern good, but especially Gus. Just about everything that comes out of his mouth is thematically poignant and endlessly quotable.

I found it extremely difficult to get a read on Gus for just about the entire first act. I can't say he becomes less perplexing afterward, but I did manage to mostly understand him. He's such a great character. McMurtry made me cry uncontrollably no fewer than three times just by having characters gift Newt a horse. I really don't know why, either... those moments just completely wrecked me.

Jake Spoon's arc becomes more peculiar the more I think of it. (That's a good thing. It felt real. It felt unavoidable.)

That snake death was downright terrifying.

I absolutely love and hate how death is handled throughout this book. It's all so natural; so inevitable.

Clara, though. I get it, Gus.

The way McMurtry writes these landscapes conveys so effortlessly the effect they would have had on these men. Above all else, that's what I mean when I say 'immersive'.

It's rare that a book can have such a massive cast of characters and I'm still able to see each and every one as an individual, and have different opinions of them all.

I found it incredibly easy casting all of these characters using actors from Yellowstone. I mean, c'mon, Cole Hauser as Call?!? Perfect. (Though, yeah, Tommy Lee Jones was definitely more perfect.) Kelly Reilly as Clara?!? Yes, please. However, I found it impossible to see anyone other than Robert Duvall as Gus.

Whatever issues I had with the final act (all of them minor, nit-picky ones, other than maybe the way they left Newt), I was extremely happy with the way they resolved the Blue Duck subplot. Ooh, and the philosophically cyclical nature in which the book ended. I dug that quite a bit, too. Gus and Call are bona fide badasses, and I look forward to spending more time with them when I'm eventually able to read their other adventures.

9.5/10

-Timothy Patrick Boyer.

#booklr #book review #lonesome dove #larry mcmurtry #western books #western #classic books #pulitzer prize #book reviews #fiction #readers of tumblr #books #book cover #book photography #1985 books

[yourbleedingh3art]

Am i in a world of delusion for going to college as an english major

Would picking a specialized major help me find a stable source of income? Is everything equally reliable because of an equal exposure to the randomness of fate and chance? Am I Delusional for Thinking I Can do This? Would I be perfectly happy as an art educator or therapist? What am I going to do for my career? Will I be an English teacher? Would that be the worst thing in the world? Note: All i want and all ive ever wanted is to write. So duh english made sense i loved books and reading and writing. Creative fiction. creative writing. Imagination and such. Will my career be anything other than me, the novelist? Me, the always-working-on-my-next-book? What are some of my actual career goals? Who do i want to meet? Who are my influences and role models? How did acker and marquez get to where they got? Were they even rich? Do i want to be well known? And within what communities: the general public? the niche art and authorial community? my local community? name recognizable to librarians? (this sounds nice) Am I scared to set a goal because the second it's tangibly set if i dont reach it ive failed and im horrified of failure? (Yes) Ahhh we see how procrastination and avoidance works its magic all it needs first is some eye of newt and Human Fear. Simply scared to fail bc ego destruction. And my ego as a person is distinct from my ego as a writer :i am my product as well as my body so my body (physical self) and product (outsidebody material thing but also my Self in terms of being my written Thoughts mental self) have two separate egos. egos Ive mentally separated (am i confident this separation is necessary or actually exists? no). Ego as Me the Body as seen in the mirror and general "personhood" human-to-human interactions Im trying to really eliminate ego (without a full conception of what that means. to me it entails, be present, be less prideful, be more empathetic) but Ego as ME the product im not actually trying to eliminate actively bc trying to eliminate ego put me in a weird position of being an obedient people pleaser in order to be "Nice" (or to attempt this) above all else... it's just not natural for me to behave Doormat-ishly (would argue it's not for anyone) And so this line of choices i was making based on my desire to eliminate ego without fulling understanding what ego means (or having an incorrect understanding of what it means, incorrect in incompleteness) led to a lot of repression of the self and frankly this repression is the result of my existential questioning ... As I sit down in my kitchen today and pick my new junior year of college classes

#blog post

[petrichor-idyllic]

Hiiii I'm back with another request. Minho x fem reader. So we are in the Glade and one day reader gets the idea for everyone to have a day of and play a game of capture the flag (if you dont know how to play that lets just play hide and seek). After BEGGING Alby for days he finally finds it a good idea and reader starts planning everything. The Gladers get put into two seperate teams while they play, Minho and reader leaders of each team CUZ WE'RE THE BEST OF THE BEST. Somehow in that game Minho and reader share some playful, aggressive, flirty, spicy/high tension moments that follow after the game as well as they get to talk about it later. Idk if it makes much sense but I'llleave the rest to your imagination ;)

YESSS I love me some flirty competition.

Also, sorry if I'm reusing gifs, this book does not get enough attention I stg.

FRIENDLY COMPETITION

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMERY: See above. Fem!Runner!Reader x Minho. Takes place before the arrival of Thomas. Based on the Glade layout in the Movies to make my life easier.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, spice content, some sexual tension (hopefully) and some good ol' competitive spirit.

It's finally happening.

Finally.

For the past few months, you've had the absolute perfect idea to raise spirits in the Glade.

It's simple but genuis- a game. And not just any game: Capture the Flag.

Alby kept saying that the Glade was fine, and that the Gladers didn't need a break- but after a particularly hard week, he caved.

Besides, if anyone could bring the Glade together and convince them to play along; it's you. Being the only girl means that the Gladers are practically climbing over each other to win your favour.

Sure, it can be kind of annoying and it greatly increases Alby's blood-pressure having to keep an eye on you. But, now that you're out in the Maze most days, having proved yourself worthy as a Runner, Alby sees you as Minho's problem more than his.

Not that Minho's complaining. He is your Keeper, after all.

He actually liked having you around. You push him to try harder, mainly because you're constantly reminding him that you're better than him. You are not better than him, you know that, but as long as Minho thinks someone is coming after his spot- he's going to try even harder.

Of course, Minho revels in the jealous looks and envy from the other Gladers for spending time with you. He enjoys seeing their faces when he comes back to the Maze, you by his side, having some kind of flirtationship about who actually got back first.

So, he might have a slight crush on you.

But, who doesn't?

Which is probably why when you brought your idea to him, he was surprisingly eager to join in.

You spent all week preparing. Including making war paint, coloured bandanas for the two teams, and, of course, the flags themselves.

Minho decides he's going to play team captain, making you both leaders of opposite sides. You'd be lying if you weren't excited.

Your competitive relationship is about to reach it's peak- and it's Minho. Come on, it's Minho. God, if he so much as looks at you with his dumb smirk for too long, your knees go weak and you want to dive on him then and there.

Yeah, you might have a thing for him. No one else has the balls to be as sarcastic or playful with you.

"Alright, you boys ready?" You stand in Council Hall, black bandana keeping your hair at bay with black stripes across your face and smeared around your eyes, creating a smokey eye effect.

You'd somehow managed to rope the other boys into it as well. Obviously, you have nearly half of the Glade on your team, but some notable members are Jeff, Gally and Frypan; with Newt, Winston and Zart choosing to side with Minho.

Alby has made the executive decision to dictate. Probably so he can make sure that no one gets injured in the flames of yours and Minho's fighting passion.

Whatever- you don't need them.

The flags are already hidden. The groups taking it in turns to find perfect places once you'd returned to the Glade for the day. You don't think the Runners have ever done their maps quicker.

You'd figured the most obvious place for a flag would be the Deadheads. And that's the first place your going to look. Minho might be quicker than you, but you're smarter.

So, obviously, you hide the black flag in a barn.

What? It's not like there's any rules saying you can't put the flags inside a building. And since one of the old barns isn't in use anymore since the Slicers opted to use more outside pens and a better constructed building nearer to the killing shack, there's an opportunity.

And you'd be a fool not to take it.

So, the Black flag is in the abandoned barn. And the White flag is yet to be found.

"Yes, ma'am," Gally responds, a lot of your team nodding in unison.

"We all know the plan?"

Another round of yes' and nods.

"Alright, let's do this!"

The rules are simple. The winner brings the opposing teams flag back to their territory. You've claimed Council Hall and the White team have the far corner, near the back of the Deadheads.

You made the choice to make the location of the flags unknown, mainly because Alby didn't want the whole thing to just be a massive fight. So, most of this is going to be trying to find the flags.

"You ready?" Alby pushes the door open and you grin at him.

"Shuck yeah."

You and your group let out war cries and chants as you make your way to the centre of the Glade. Night is starting to fall and with the Doors closed, it's all free game.

You're actually pleasantly surprised to see the other team has also gone along with you theatrics- mainly because Minho looks damn good.

He has similar fave paint to you, with the piece of white fabric tied to the belt hooks of his pants. He wears a simple tight black shirt with his signature backpack/harness. A change from his normal blue button-up.

He puts his fingers to his lips, letting out a loud wolf-whistle as you approach.

"You look good," he shouts, probably because you're wearing a tightish tank top that you normally leave for especially hot days.

"Likewise," you laugh. Your teams stand across from one another in the middle of the Glade. "You ready to lose?"

He scoffs, shaking his head, "Big words for a little girl."

"Don't try me."

"Alright," Alby already seems sick of this, even if he is hiding his amusement from watching his best Runners flirt. "You all know the rules- no violence, well, no bad violence at least, no playing dirty. And have fun- 'cause we ain't doin' this klunk again for a long time." He clears his throat. "Okay, let's get this over with. Three! Two! One! Go!"

You're not sure what Minho's plan is, but yours is cover as much ground as physically possible. Which is obvious when your entire team splits off in completely different directions. You all react so quickly that the White team doesn't move for a second.

Which is weird. But you know Minho is a tricky dude- you're not about to fall for it.

Your goal is, of course, the Deadheads, with Gally and a couple going in the same direction before cutting off. The woods are big, so it's good to have multiple pairs of eyes covering the ground.

Stumbling through the woods, you quickly come across the Map Room, which is the first place you decided to check out. Sure, Minho is smart enough to know this would be the first place you'd visit. So, he'd probably put the Whie flag there purely because he'd think you'd think it was too predictable.

Maybe you're reading too much into this.

Checking around the building, the door is very much locked. You look through the crack in the door and see nothing. You figured that putting the flag in the room is off the table since Alby would actually gut the Keeper if he dared turn their most important building into a game piece.

Realising this idea is dumb, you leave the Map Room be.

Making your way through the Deadheads, your heart jumps into your throat when you hear a twig snap. Spinning around, you hold you ground.

Suddenly, you are reminded of the very real threat of you being a girl alone in the woods in the dark.

"Hello?" Your voice wavers slightly. "Who's there?"

"Slim it, girly, who do you think?" The sound of Minho's voice as you turn and see him leaning against a tree eases you.

"Shuckin' hell, man, you tryna give me a heart attack?"

He shrugs. "If that's what it takes to win."

"There's no way I'm letting you win this."

"Oh, yeah?" He smirks, standing up straight.

"Yeah, you following me or some klunk?"

"I have better things to do," he scoffs.

"Doubt it." It takes you as second, but you realise that Minho came from the opposite way to you, which means he's either looking for your flag in here or- "wait, if you're here, and you're not following me, that means you're probably protecting your flag- then your flag has to be nearby."

Minho's face drops for a second. "You're think too much into that." You've known Minho for long enough that you can tell he's lying. His smooth facade slips and his voice becomes serious. Normally, he'd just laugh it off and call you the Glade equivalent to a dumbass.

But, not here. He's become visibly tense.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"So, you won't mind if I... look around?" His jaw tenses, and he remains quiet. "'Cause I think I'm just gonna..."

With no warning, you break into a sprint, slipping past him before he gets a chance to catch you.

Though, you figure you're right when you hear Minho quick to run after you.

Ah shit.

Okay, so, you've raced Minho hundreds of times- more than you can count. But being chased by him?

That's terrifying.

Minho is absolutely faster than you. He's faster than everyone, and you suspect that even in your playful races, he's going easy on you.

But he's not now.

You shriek as he dives into you, sending you oth crashing to the forest floor. You roll a few feet, landing away from Minho as you mainly tripped with him flying over you.

After the initial shock, you scramble up, kicking leaves from under you. Minho is quick to do the same, and you adjust your stance; hands loose and protecting your face, one leg behind you.

Minho scoffs when he realises what you're doing- ready to fight him. He loosely shakes his arms, his smirk playful and full of sparks.

Despite how he's looking at you like a piece of meat, you can't afford to get distracted.

Lunging forward, he blocks you easily. You duck and swing like your life depends on it, catching yourself as you miss and fumble to the side.

You dive again, attmept to kick him, which he blocks, before trying to to punch him. Almost effortlessly, he grabs your wrist, taking you by surprise. It takes minimal effort from him to push you back, somehow managing to grab your other wrist and twisting it into his already used hand, leaving both your arms in the grip of one of his toned hands.

Your back hits the tree before you can even process what's happening, making you gasp at the contact. He pins your arms above your head, firmly holding you in place.

"You didn't seriously think you'd beat me, right?" His tone is dangerously calm and he's far too closer. Closer than he's ever dared be before.

You open your mouth, trying to think of anything to say, but heat beats against your skin as the moonlight breaks through the trees. The noise you make is a strange breathy hum, and Minho's grip loosens for a second when your eyes land on his lips.

Oh, God.

Minho can feel any power he had to begin with, slipping through his fingers when you look at him like that. Your dark-lined doe eyes make his heart beat faster, and it's such a subtle change but he's never seen you like this- so vulnerble; so under his control.

No words are exchanged as he leans closer. He can't help it, he's drawn to you. His grip almost loosens completely as his other hand brushes against your waist, sending a whole new wave of butterflies through you.

"Minho," you mumble and he swallows.

"Don't do that," he mutters equally as quiet, "don't say my name like that."

"How else would you like me to say it?"

He lets out a heavy breath. "Am I going to regret this?" It's obvious what he referring to, but you have a plan.

"Only one way to find out." He takes this as a yes, leaning further into you.

His lips ghost yours. But his grip is gone.

And you have a game to win. No matter how intoxicating Minho may be. Instead of leaning forward and kissing him, you rip hands away from him, shoving him hard in the chest.

Since you've taken him completely by surprise, he stumbles over himself and a branch, landing flat on his back.

You make no hesitation to make a real for it. Sprinting through the forest, you're kind of just running away from Minho over anything else. Looking over your shoulder like you're trapped in a horror movie, when in reality, everything in your body is screaming at you to turn around and rip Minho's clothes off.

Not fully paying attention, your foot snags on a tree root, sending you flying forward and down a hill. You plummet down, rolling and hitting the ground multiple times.

"Ah, fuck," you hiss, any pleasure from you interaction with Minho fading from your senses in an instant, immediately replaced with aching pain all over your body.

Forcing yourself to sit up and stop your head from spinning, you blink, before laughing outland to yourself.

In front of you, in all its glory, is the White flag, sticking out of the ground at a crooked angle. You struggle to stand up, limping slightly, grabbing the wooden handle and yanking the flag out of its spot in the mud.

Your victory is short-lived as crashing noises and snapping branches startle you, forcing you to retort to your defensive stance. It can't be Minho- unless he can teleport and sprint at you from the other direction.

That's made apparent when Gally comes thrashing through the greenery, falling into the greenery.

"Gally!" You hiss. "What the shuck, man?" He stares at you in awe, pointing at you, blinking as you approach, trying to keep your voice down as Minho could he close.

"You got the flag?"

It's now your turn to blink. "I got the flag."

"You got the flag!" You both laugh, high-fiving and pulling him to bump chests.

Then leaves crunch behind you.

"We should go." You state.

"Yeah, gotta go."

The pair of you start making your way out of the Deadheads, which goes about as well as you'd expect when you break through the greenery and someone on the White team immediately noticed.

"Hey!" They've got the flag!"

Fuck.

"Go! Go! Go!" You push Gally forward.

"I'm going! I'm going!"

All you have to do is get back to Council Hall. Easy- surely.

The pair of you start to book it through the open Glade, stumbling slightly and trying to dodge the White team from all angles.

Somehow, with an entire army behind you, you and Gally manage to cover solid ground. You're both very close to the Council Hall when you're rugby tackled from the left.

"(Y/N)!" Gally shouts your name as you're, once again, plastered to the floor, only for him to follow your lead.

You manage to shove the Glader off, kneeling him in the groin, scrambling on your hands and knees to grab the flag. Getting to your feet, you jump out of your skin when Minho blocks your way to the open door of Council Hall.

"Shit."

"Yeah," he swallows, looking like he's ready to pounce on you, "shit."

He's mad. God, is he mad. Though, he's also experiencing new frustrations more than he ever has before.

"Throw it!" Gally shouts, managing to just about stop someone from choking him. "Throw the shuckin' flag!"

Dipping to the side and swerving Minho, you javelin throw the flag, sending it flying straight through the doors.

You stand in shock, Minho staring at the door. Silence fills the Glade for a second before you hear Frypan cheer.

The entire Black team's chants and cheering echo off of the walls as Gally walks up to you.

"We won!" He laughs, throwing his arms around you as you hug him back, letting out a hearty laugh before Frypan, Jeff and some other team members join in.

They start cheating your name, the other team groaning but begrudgingly coming over to congratulate you.

You're too swept into your victory to even get a chance to talk to Minho until you're deep into your celebrations.

A bit tipsy, with enough liquid confidence to face him, you walk over. He's sat on his own, staring into the flames of the Celebratory Bonfire, a glass jar in his hands.

It's no shock to anyone that he's thinking about the evening's events. Mainly your interaction in the Deadheads.

He can't get it out of his head- the way you looked at him, lips parted, chest rising and falling, your hands held above your head; even just thinking about it is making his head go fuzzy.

"Hey," he's sucked out of his thoughts of you by, well, you as you approach him from behind.

"Hi," he sounds a mix of intrigued and irritated, like he wants to hear what you have to say- preferably an explanation.

"Figured I should come over," you say honestly as you swing your leg over the side of the log, straddling it as you face him.

"Did you, now?" His bitterness is painfully obvious and you roll your eyes.

"You're mad at me."

"Who said that?"

"No one had to say anything- you're sat here pouting and haven't spoken to me."

He scoffs, dropping his head. "I'm not pouting- I- I'm not even mad." He laughs, more at himself than you. "I can't believe I fell for it- shuck, that's the kinda klunk I'd pull if I could. I just- I didn't expect that from you. Still a dirty trick, though."

You suddenly feel anxious. "I didn't- it wasn't meant to be a trick." You stutter over your words, basically mumbling the last part as you drop your gaze, avoiding his.

"What?" He blinks at you and you shake your head.

"Doesn't matter- what did you think of my hiding place?" You change the subject, forcing a wicked grin to avoid the burning feeling you're starting to feel in your face.

"What do you mean?" He takes the bait, not wanting the awkward conversation anymore than you do- but he doesn't have a clue what you're talking about.

"The Black flag? What did you think of my hiding spot?" Minho falls silent, his face dropping before turning into a sheepish grin, which tells you more than enough. "Oh, my God- you didn't find it, did you?"

"W-well, I didn't- I wasn't-!"

You let out a loud laugh. "Oh, my God," you repeat, "you don't know where it is!"

"I wasn't looking for the shuckin' flag! That was meant to me Newt's job- I was just tryna guard ours since I figured you'd go straight on the offensive."

"So, Newt didn't find it then?"

"'Course he shuckin' didn't." You snort at this. "Where is it then? Hm? Where've you hidden it, oh mysterious one?"

You stand up, swinging your other leg over and smiling down at him. "I think it's better if I show you- c'mon."

Minho shakes his head, downing the rest of his drink, but he stands up, jogging to catch up with you as you walk away.

You lead him further through the Glade, your lack of presence not going unnoticed by the Gladers; especially Newt who forced Minho to explain why they lost.

Leading him to the old farm area, it's hard to see in the darkness, but you can still make out his puzzled expression. You grin devilishly as you reach the old barn, pushing open the door and playfully bowing.

The hole on the roof lets the moonlight, illuminating the ink-dark fabric of your skillfully crafted trophy.

"You gotta be shuckin' kidding me," he grumbles as he walks past you, towards the fall that takes pride of place, sticking out of a pile of old hay in the middle of the room. "The abandoned barn? Seriously?" He walks backwards, having spun around to face you.

"Yes, Sir," you joke as follow him, the loose door slamming behind you without your weight on it.

"Sneaky son of a bitch," Minho laughs to himself. "I woulda never thought of this." He turns back around, walking closer to the flag.

"I know," you skip after him, slipping your hands into the back pockets of your baggy pants as you rock on your heel once you reach him. "'That's why I did it. You might have the looks, Boss, but I've got the brain." You playfully point at your temple as he glances at you out of the corner of his eye.

"You think I've got the looks?" You blink at him, his tone now flirty.

"That's not what I meant," you're quick to take it back.

"Oh, yeah?" He turns towards you stepping forward, and you refuse to be a coward and step back, so you hold your ground. "What? Just another dirty trick then, hm?"

You grimace. "It wasn't a dirty trick."

He steps closer. "What was it then?"

"That wasn't meant to happen," your voice lowers as your breath hitches, feeling that same powerlessness you experiences before, except he's yet to lay a single finger on you. "That wasn't planned."

"That doesn't answer my question, does it?"

"Minho.."

"I've already warned you about that."

"About what?"

"Saying my name like... that. Looking at me like that; I can't take it." He closes his eyes, throwing his head back and taking a deep breath.

"What are you trying to say here?"

"You're joking, right?" He pulls his head back to look at you again. "Do you seriously expect me to spend every day with you- competing, flirting, challenging me, and for me to not be attracted to you? I thought I made that pretty obvious." A beat passes as you try to process the new situation you're in.

"You have no idea how it feels watching every guy here want you, blindly listen to you, just because they'd do anything to have you- when I'm just as bad. But I know you, better than any of these shanks do. You don't want someone who will bend to your will and worship the ground you walk on; you want someone that'll push back a bit, someone who will give what they can take. Right? Because I don't know what to do anymore and if you hadn't made a break for it earlier, I would've, I could've- I don't know what I- shuck it! We wouldn't be friends anymore, that's for sure."

You've seen Minho like this. You never heard Minho like this. He sounds almost desperate, his voice is deep, and you can smell the musky scent of earth and natural soap off of him.

"I don't even know what I'm saying here. I don't wanna mess this up but I cant fucking take this anymore. I just-"

You cave, leaning in and silencing him as you lips press to his. It's a quick peck more than anything as you pull away again. "You talk too much," you mutter.

His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, eyes dipping into you before he pushes forward. Kissing you again, his hands fly to your waist, pulling you close and making you gasp.

Your hands come to his hair, allowing him to grasp at you, his fingers kneading into the skin of your hips under your shirt. He pushes you backwards, hitting your back against one of the fragile beams.

His tongue brushes against your bottom lip, and you part yours in response, allowing your tongues to brush for a second. You repeat the motion, the make-out session becoming more hungry and needy. You drop your arms, pulling at the hem of his shirt instead but he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head once again.

He leaves your lips, making you whimper as he feathers kisses up your jaw, coming up to your ear. He kisses your tragus, letting himself move further down and pulling your lobe between his teeth. You let out a gasp, arching into him before he suddenly sinks his teeth into your neck.

Well, sinks is too strong of a word, but his teeth brush against the sensitive flesh as he kisses it before starting to suck on it, undoubtedly marking you- almost like he's claiming you.

He repeats the action as he moves further down.

Your eyes flicker around, and for some reason, the hay and the slight breeze and the still-standing flag makes you chuckle.

"What?" His breathing is heavy and his voice is rough and scratchy, but he continues.

"Minho?" You properly get his attention, sounding equally as drunk on lust.

"Yeah?"

"We're not having sex in a barn."

He freezes, pulling away from your neck as he blinks at you. "Huh?"

"We are not having sex in a barn," you repeat, starting to smile slightly.

"Right, yeah," he seems to come to his senses, releasing your wrists before he snorts. You can't help but laugh too, resulting in the pair of you giggling in the middle of the empty room.

"Shuck," he mumbles, "the hell's gotten into me?" This makes you giggle more, then you leans forward again, pecking him on the lips as you drape your arms around his shoulders, and he lets his fall to your waist.

"Though, we... we could go to my hut?" You bite your bottom lip as a sly smirk starts to creep across his face.

"Yeah? You sure?"

You nod. "Couldn't be more so."

Yooo, back again with some Minho spice. This was really fun to write and I love writing some tense flirty competition- which of course means I want to write an Enemies to Lovers with Minho but I don't quite have the idea. Any suggestions?

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed :))

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okay, so time for a proper introduction post !

(dni list is at the bottom)

My name is devin, i have many nicknames so feel free to call me pretty much whatever you’d like, i’m not very picky. Anyways, i’m mexican, ftm (pronouns are he/him), and so painfully gay.

My main interest right now is thg/tbosas and scream.

Here are some of my show and movie interests.

The walking dead, proud and also sad to say i’ve been apart of the fandom since season two. proud because the experience was something else, sad because…the experience was something else😭. I love all of them so much but my top favorite characters are Michonne, Abraham, Rosita, and Gabriel.

The maze runner, god i got into that series the beginning of 2022 and let me tell you…those movies were all i could think about until late july. I’ve also started reading the books (i finally got the full series for my birthday!!) and while i’m still on book one, i know things from the other books and i’m so excited but scared at the same time. I ship newtmas, die hard newtmas stan, i cannot lie. My fav characters are Newt, Minho, Brenda, and Teresa.

The black phone, there will always be a special place in my heart for that movie.

Jane the virgin, DUDE IT’S SO…i’m currently rewatching it and i’m in season three. Abuela and Petra are my favs, i cannot lie. Also it’s kinda helping my spanish so at least there’s that.

Orange is the new black. I’m on season two and my god😭

Now my other interests…

Sharks. Sharks have been my fav thing since fifth grade. My favorite sharks are great whites, lemon sharks, and nurse sharks. I’m still learning, of course everyone is always learning but what i mean is i’m still somehow new to the scene. I actually plan on going to university for marine biology.

I love to paint, my brain and body like to make it difficult but i do love it. I’m currently working on a painting for my mother. It was supposed to be a wedding gift, but now it’s going to be a very late one. At least i’ve taken my time on it though.

Music, music is part of my life line istg. I love Novo Amor, Tom rosenthal, I prevail, ICP, lana del rey, AC/DC, Queen, Frankie Valli and the four seasons, and tomo. I grew up with “older parents” so there will always be love for 60’s-80’s music. Of course there are others, but yk.

Despite my firm belief that tiktok is a hellish place to be, it’s like i live there. I have an editing account, he’s been through many phases. Of course, what i edit most as of right now is the black phone - especially vance. Editing takes up so much of my time, but that’s going to change once i start this damn factory job.

DNI LIST !!

Pro-shippers are an immediate no, and anyone who “thirsts” or defends the grabber. Along with that, if you’re sexualizing children and such, consider that a very hard no, as well.

Homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc. are not welcome here and never will be. I want my account to be as safe as possible. I will not tolerate any of the above toward myself or others.

I don’t care too much on how old you are, unless you’re pushing thirty five or are thirteen and under. I’m seventeen.

#introducing myself #introductory post #sharks are cool #the walking dead #the black phone #jane the virgin #stranger things #dni list

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9. Jonni Price Visitor experience manager, RSPB Conwy Photographed by Matt Horwood

Tell us something about yourself that nobody else knows. Um. I can lick my elbow? Which most people think is impossible… so it’s a great way of winning free drinks!

What do you enjoy doing in your own time?  I’m a keen birder with a love for invertebrates too, so if I’m not at RSPB Conwy, I’m usually on another reserve somewhere birdwatching, chasing butterflies or diving in ponds! I’m mad about football too, and also enjoy running, camping, fishing and gardening.

Tell us a bit about your work as a visitor expperience manager? What do you love most about it? I’m involved in all aspects of visitor experience at RSPB Conwy. From events planning and social media, to signage, interpretation and more! I’m passionate about making sure that the reserve is a place for both wildlife and people; creating opportunities for our visitors to connect with nature, and inspiring the next generation to care for wildlife and the environment too.

If you had to pick one thing, what are you most passionate about? My last point above is one which I feel particularly strongly about, and is probably the aspect I enjoy the most about my job too. Inspiring people (especially young people) about nature, through hands-on experiences… and science! I began my career with the RSPB at Conwy as a volunteer education intern (AKA professional pond-dipper!) back in 2016, helping to lead school visits on the reserve. I lead similar activities with families and youth groups etc. in my current role, but I will still never tire of seeing the eyes of a child light up at their first sight of a dragonfly nymph, or their first stroke of a smooth newt!

What makes you angry?  In the middle of a nature climate emergency, where should I start? I suppose the sheer ignorance of the natural world, and absence of care which many people seem to be capable of these days. Particularly when those people are in power, and are in control of what state the environment will be for generations to come.

If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be? Hm. Just ‘one thing’ feels a bit limited! Could I change the decade we’re in instead? That way we could see a lot of the changes I feel that we now need, already in place. And we could (hopefully) avoid ending up in the mess that we are today! Without certain technological and industrial advances, people simply had to be more connected to their environment and in tune with the natural world. And with wildlife like wild boars, beavers and wolves roaming our woodlands, the world was a little bit wilder too! Do you feel connected to nature and/or wildlife and if so, tell us a bit about when you first found an interest or felt connected. Absolutely. I feel that I always have been, from a young age anyway. Since sitting on the banks of fishing lakes with my grandad watching dragonflies dance, and tending to the allotment with my grandma collecting caterpillars and creating ponds. I used to catch bugs in the garden and nearby fields for hours on end, pot them all up and sit for hours with a book identifying as many as possible. Some would then get transferred to tanks and jars in my ‘museum’ (bedroom), where I would charge entrance fees to see them! As you can imagine, my mum and dad weren’t always amused by this, and I my arachnophobic sister wasn’t too fond either. Despite this though, they never stopped me being a bug nerd and encouraged me in all I did… even if it did result in the occasional escaped insect emergency! *** 9. Jonni Price Rheolwr ymweliadau, RSPB Conwy Llun gan Matt Horwood

Dywedwch rywbeth amdanoch eich hun nad oes neb arall yn ei wybod. Um. Gallaf lyfu fy mhenelin? Pa un sy’n amhosib ym marn y rhan fwyaf o bobl… felly mae’n ffordd wych o ennill diodydd am ddim!

Beth ydych chi'n mwynhau ei wneud yn eich amser eich hun? Rydw i’n adarwr brwd gyda chariad at infertebratau hefyd, felly os nad ydw i yn RSPB Conwy, rydw i fel arfer ar warchodfa arall yn rhywle yn gwylio adar, yn erlid glöynnod byw neu’n deifio mewn pyllau! Dw i’n wallgof am bêl-droed hefyd, a hefyd yn mwynhau rhedeg, gwersylla, pysgota a garddio.

Dywedwch ychydig wrthym am eich gwaith fel rheolwr ymweliadau? Beth ydych chi'n ei garu fwyaf amdano? Rwy’n ymwneud â phob agwedd ar brofiad ymwelwyr yn RSPB Conwy. O gynllunio digwyddiadau a chyfryngau cymdeithasol, i arwyddion, dehongli a mwy! Rwy’n frwd dros sicrhau bod y warchodfa yn lle i fywyd gwyllt a phobl; creu cyfleoedd i’n hymwelwyr gysylltu â byd natur, ac ysbrydoli’r genhedlaeth nesaf i ofalu am fywyd gwyllt a’r amgylchedd hefyd.

Pe bai'n rhaid i chi ddewis un peth, beth ydych chi'n angerddol amdano fwyaf? Mae fy mhwynt olaf uchod yn un yr wyf yn teimlo'n arbennig o gryf yn ei gylch, ac mae'n debyg mai dyma'r agwedd rwy'n ei mwynhau fwyaf am fy swydd hefyd. Ysbrydoli pobl (yn enwedig pobl ifanc) am fyd natur, trwy brofiadau ymarferol… a gwyddoniaeth! Dechreuais fy ngyrfa gyda’r RSPB yng Nghonwy fel intern addysg wirfoddol (AKA trochwr pwll proffesiynol!) nôl yn 2016, gan helpu i arwain ymweliadau ysgol â’r warchodfa. Rwy'n arwain gweithgareddau tebyg gyda theuluoedd a grwpiau ieuenctid ac ati yn fy rôl bresennol, ond ni fyddaf byth yn blino o hyd o weld llygaid plentyn yn goleuo ar eu golwg cyntaf o was y neidr, neu eu strôc gyntaf o fadfall lefn!

Beth sy'n eich gwylltio? Yng nghanol argyfwng hinsawdd natur, ble ddylwn i ddechrau? Tybiwn yr anwybodaeth pur am y byd naturiol, a'r diffyg gofal y mae llawer o bobl yn ymddangos yn alluog i'w wneud y dyddiau hyn. Yn enwedig pan fydd y bobl hynny mewn grym, ac yn rheoli pa gyflwr fydd yr amgylchedd am genedlaethau i ddod.

Pe gallech chi newid un peth am y byd, beth fyddai hwnnw? Hm. Dim ond ‘un peth’ sy’n teimlo braidd yn gyfyngedig! A gaf i newid y degawd yr ydym ynddo yn lle hynny? Y ffordd honno gallem weld llawer o'r newidiadau yr wyf yn teimlo sydd eu hangen arnom yn awr, sydd eisoes ar waith. Ac fe allen ni (gobeithio) osgoi diweddu yn y llanast yr ydym ni heddiw! Heb rai datblygiadau technolegol a diwydiannol penodol, yn syml iawn roedd yn rhaid i bobl fod yn fwy cysylltiedig â'u hamgylchedd ac yn unol â'r byd naturiol. A chyda bywyd gwyllt fel baeddod gwyllt, afancod a bleiddiaid yn crwydro ein coetiroedd, roedd y byd ychydig yn fwy gwyllt hefyd!

Ydych chi'n teimlo'n gysylltiedig â natur a/neu fywyd gwyllt ac os felly, dywedwch ychydig wrthym am pryd y daethoch o hyd i ddiddordeb gyntaf neu pan wnaethoch deimlo cysylltiad. Yn hollol. Teimlaf fy mod wedi bod erioed, o oedran ifanc beth bynnag. Ers eistedd ar lan llynnoedd pysgota gyda fy nhaid yn gwylio gweision y neidr yn dawnsio, a gofalu am y rhandir gyda fy mam-gu yn hel lindys a chreu pyllau. Roeddwn i'n arfer dal trychfilod yn yr ardd a'r caeau cyfagos am oriau o'r diwedd, eu potio nhw i gyd ac eistedd am oriau gyda llyfr yn adnabod cymaint â phosib. Byddai rhai wedyn yn cael eu trosglwyddo i danciau a jariau yn fy ‘amgueddfa’ (ystafell wely), lle byddwn yn codi tâl mynediad i’w gweld! Fel y gallwch ddychmygu, nid oedd fy mam a dad bob amser yn cael eu difyrru gan hyn, a doeddwn i ddim yn fy chwaer arachnoffobig yn rhy hoff chwaith. Serch hynny, nid oeddent byth yn fy atal rhag bod yn nerd pryfaid ac yn fy annog ym mhopeth a wnes … hyd yn oed pe bai'n arwain at ambell argyfwng pryfed a ddihangodd!

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Care for you, Theseus x reader one-shot

Hey everyone!

This is my first ever fic posted here, and my first Theseus Scamander x reader. Hope you enjoy! <3

If everything goes well, I’ll try to update regularly and maybe open for requests.

This fic includes smut.

Summary: After meeting in a little late wearing the same clothes as you had the day before, Theseus draws conclusions. A little jealousy makes him realise his true feelings for you, causing him to act upon them. Fluff with smut.

Word count: 2.8k

(GIF not mine, credit to owner)

Theseus glanced up to the big clock in the office. The minute hand had reached 3. Which means it’s three minutes past 8 in the morning. And you weren’t there yet. Where were you? In all the years Theseus had known you, you were never once late. It was only three minutes past. To anyone else that might have seemed like nothing, but Theseus was starting to grow worried. Nothing was wrong, right? It was only a couple of minutes; surely, you’d be here any minute now. The minute hand struck 4. Theseus couldn’t bring himself to open the file of cases in front of him on his desk.  

You and Theseus had been the best of friends ever since he had saved you from some bullies during your second year at Hogwarts. From there, he’d always sat beside you in class and in The Great Hall during meals. You’d even gone to visit the Scamander household in some holidays. The Scamanders all loved you. Even his younger brother Newt, who overall wasn’t very fond in the presence of people, enjoying the presence of magical creatures more. Theseus and you had both applied for positions at The Ministry after leaving Hogwarts, and you were both fortunate enough to land positions as aurors. Not long after, Theseus got promoted to head auror, and you were beyond proud of your best friend.

Yeah. Best friend. That’s all he was to you, and you to him, but ever since a certain encounter during sixth year you had realised that you had feelings, romantic feelings, for Theseus.

It was during the Christmas break in sixth year. You were sat on Theseus bed, a blanket draped over you whilst you were reading a book. Theseus was helping his brother with something and had asked you to wait in his room. You were so entranced in your book, you didn’t notice when the door creped open and Theseus sneaked to the bed. He jumped onto you attacking you with tickles. You had laughed so much trying to push the brown-haired boy off of you. In one final push you both fell off the bed in a scrambling mess, resulting with you landing on top of him. You bot stayed frozen in place. Theseus had reached a hand up to remove a strand of hair from your face, which then went down to stroke your cheek. Then Mrs. Scamander had called that dinner was ready, and you and Theseus had scrambled off of each other and headed down to the dining room. Neither of you spoke of the incident and acted like nothing had happened.

But you couldn’t act like nothing had happened. Because something definitely happened inside of you. Every time Theseus would smile, your stomach would fill with butterflies, and every time he would hug you, which wasn’t a rare occurrence, your breath would hitch in your throat. You wouldn’t want to admit it, but you had caught feelings for your best friend.

Years went by, and you started to suppress these feelings, especially after you started working together, considering the unprofessionalism.

The minute hand reached 7, and you came running into the office as quietly as you could muster. However, your arrival didn’t go unnoticed by Theseus, who in fact had waited for you. As you were getting settled in your chair and were about to open up a file a throat cleared from above you.

You looked up through your eyelashes and was met by a pair of concerned blue orbs.

“You’re late”

“Oh come on, Thes, everyone is late every once in a while. It was only seven minutes!”

“Yes. Everyone. Everyone except you. Not once in all the years I’ve know you have you been late. Never”

His eyes scanned your outfit.

“You’re wearing the same clothes as yesterday” he stated.

Ah, yes. You were indeed. And it didn’t go unnoticed by Theseus’ trained investigative auror eyes. Your cheeks flushed red. You didn’t want to admit it, especially not to your best friend, but your dating life wasn’t going particularly well. With you trying to ignore the feelings you held for the very man standing in front of you and your busy work life, establishing a romance was not easy. So, occasionally you’d have one-night stands to fulfil your needs. Nothing wrong about that. You were single and far too busy to settle for a real relationship. Or so you believed yourself. Everyone craved the touch of another human every now and then.

“Yes, so? Is that against the Ministry policy?” you half-heartedly joked and looked down at your papers again.

“Who is he?” Theseus asked with a harsh tone. He didn’t mean for it to come out that way, but he was confused but he also felt… angry? Sad? He couldn’t tell. All he knew was, that you were wearing the same clothes as you had worn to work yesterday, which again, was very unlike you. He therefore came to the first conclusion that popped into his head. You hadn’t slept in your own bed.

“I’m sorry?”. You were taken aback by his sudden outburst of a question, and quite frankly, you didn’t want to discuss your unsuccessful love life with your best friend, crush and boss.

“Who is he?” he asked again. This time calmer, but tense. Was he clenching his jaw?

“Theseus, what are you talking about?” you tried to avoid.

“Who’d you sleep with last night?” he asked boldly, crossing his arms and staring at you intensely.

“Listen, Thes, it’s no one. Nothing really. It doesn’t matter, and frankly I don’t think it concerns you” you sighed, not wanting Theseus to pry into your private affairs.

Theseus huffed, but didn’t ask any further questions, as he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. You were after all his best friend, and he cared for you. Deeply. Perhaps a little more deeply than a friend. But that wasn’t something you had to know. Theseus sat down in his seat again. He didn’t utter a word the entire rest of the day.

You stepped into your flat, using your wand to dry off the London rain. You stepped out of your boots and hung up your coat by the door. After having changed into something more comfortable, you started to prepare some dinner for yourself. Tiredly you flicked your wand around chopping up vegetables on a cutting board, stirring pots and setting the table.

After a lazy meal, you sat in your couch reading the newest edition of a witch’s magazine.

 Theseus hadn’t been able to bring himself to eat anything. His mind kept drifting to you, and the thought of you with another man made his stomach churn. He had never felt like this before. A fiery feeling inside and almost feeling sick. He knew he cared for you, but perhaps in a whole other way than he had always thought. Perhaps he was just worried about you. Worried that you might get hurt by whomever you were with last night. Maybe he was worried like a protective brother. Nope. That was certainly not it. He was jealous. Jealous that another man got to caress and cherish your body. Who was this man? Did he even get to know your wonderful being? Get to learn, that not only were you a sight for sore eyes, but also a beautiful human being on the inside? You never failed to make Theseus laugh and you were kind. Oh so kind. You always made sure everyone in your presence was comfortable, not to mention your outstanding wit. Who did he fool? Theseus was absolutely head over heels for you, and he had to tell you. He didn’t care one bit about who you were with last night, all he knew was, that he had to make sure you never saw him again. And he wanted to make sure that you were only for his eyes, only for his hands and only for his heart. Before he knew it, his feet carried him to his hallway. He quickly put on his coat and boots and apparated to your flat.

A frantic knock lifted your gaze from the magazine. You picked up your wand and slowly walked towards your door. When you had opened your door, you were met with your best friend, who looked quite frustrated.

“Thes? What are-“

Your words were cut off with a pair of lips capturing yours. You dropped your wand as Theseus pushed you up against the nearest wall. Taken aback you didn’t kiss him back. This made him pull back.

“I-I’m sorry Y/N. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand the thought of you with another man. Because you’re mine. You’ve always been mine and I care for you. So much. And the thought of you with another man, it makes my heart burn. I didn’t want to admit it earlier, but I have fallen for you. Fallen hard-” he took your hands into his  “- and I’d love to prove to you, how much you mean to me” he kissed your knuckles.

You were frozen in place. His eyes frantically searched for something in your eyes saying that you wanted the same. You wanted to say something. Wanted to scream that you had loved him ever since Christmas in sixth year, but nothing came out. Your eyes flicked down to the lips that had just been upon yours and then up to his hopeful but seeking eyes.

“Y/N please say something” he whispered.

“What if I don’t want to say anything?” you whispered back.

He looked desperate, so you quickly decided that now, in this very serious and intimate moment, was not a time to joke. You grabbed either side of his face and pulled him to your lips in a heated kiss. He urgently kissed back one hand coming around your neck whilst the other snaked around the small of your back pulling flush against him. His lips were soft, and they moved against yours in a perfect sync sensually. He leaned his head to the side pecking your lips with his tongue, asking for entrance. You let him. It was heated. Your tongues moved alongst each other battling for dominance, him winning in the end. You pulled away to catch your breath which caused Theseus to groan lowly.

He quickly moved his lips to your neck where he started to nibble along the soft flesh, sucking and leaving marks a few places. Your hands moved into his hair pulling softly at the curls of his auburn hair. He kissed up your throat all the way to your lips, capturing them in a slow heated kiss. Then he pulled away panting.

“Would it be alright, if we brought this to the bedroom?” he asked, his voice laced with lust. Ever the gentleman. You simply nodded and brought his face back to yours. He hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to your bedroom.

But once inside your bedroom, the gentleman façade quickly dissolved. He pulled at your shirt trying to take it off of you. You obliged craving his touch as much as he craved yours. Next article of clothing to loose was your pants. He pulled away from your lips, much to your dismay and you reached out for him silently pleading him to keep kissing you. His eyes ranked over your almost naked form. Then his head duck down as he started kissing over your body.

“My.. beautiful.. girl.. only.. mine..” he muttered between kisses. You pulled at his dress shirt.

“It hardly seems fair that you’re still all dressed” you managed to pant out.

Craving your touch, Theseus quickly got rid of his clothes as well, leaving you both in your undergarments. Your hands were quick to slide over his fit body. He groaned lowly in appreciation, clearly enjoying your roaming hands. Although, that was a quick indulgence as he swiftly moved down you body laving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses. When he reached your underwear he hooked a finger under the hem of it, looking up and searching your eyes for some kind of consent. You smiled at him and hummed a needy “yes”. He slowly slid down your underwear ad threw them somewhere. You didn’t really care. What he was met with doubtlessly made him more turned on than he already was. His cock was rock hard in his underwear standing proud and needy for your throbbing wet folds.

But he must wait with pleasing himself. For now, it was about you. He slowly dipped his head down teasing your clit with his tongue. You gasped at the sensation, and your hands were quick to snake into his curly hair, which you pulled at softly. Theseus brought up a finger to rub against your folds and as he was pleasuring your clit with his tongue, he slid his finger inside of you curling it. You were already a moaning mess as his tongue and finger were working wonders on you. You called out his name as you were nearing your high, which made Theseus moan against your folds sending up pleasurable vibrations. You moaned loudly as he kept licking and gently sucking at your sensitive bundle of nerves along with his finger pumping in and out of you.

“I’m close” you managed to gasp merely seconds before you came, your juices spilling onto his fingers which he happily licked clean. He then moved up over your body, gently rubbing his hardened member against your hip, desperate for some friction. You helped him remove his underwear, and you heard him mutter a protection spell under his breath before he started rubbing the tip of his cock along your entrance, his tip already slick with precum. He looked you in the eyes and kissed you intensely before putting his weight on his elbows his face creeping into your neck, kissing you softly.

“You’re so beautiful darling” he whispered in your ear. All you could do was let out a breathy moan and pull at his shoulders.

“Needy, are we?” he chuckled, his voice raspy and filled with lust. He couldn’t hold back himself any longer as he slowly slid into you. His cock twitched in anticipation, and he let out a low gasped moan. He stilled letting you get used to having him inside of you. He was big, but he filled you up perfectly.

You kissed his lips, urging him to move. He obeyed. Theseus was a passionate lover. He was sensual, moving in a slow but rhythmic pace. You could tell we was trying to hold back, so he could please you. Putting your pleasure above his. But he was also needy, letting out small grunts and moans with each thrust. His sensual thrusts made him able to go deep, hitting your g-spot over and over. You moaned in his ear, which only got him more turned on. He picked up his pace, still going deep but faster.

His thrusts became sloppier, and his moans more drawn out. He was close.

“Cum for me” you whispered in his ear, and that seemed to do the trick.

“Ah- fuck Y/N!” he moaned as he came, spilling his seed inside of you.

He kept still, as he tried to catch his breath. You were both panting messes. Then he slowly pulled out and kissed your forehead.

“Stay here” he said in a low raspy voice. He got up and went into your bathroom, coming back soon after with a warm towel. He cleaned up some of his seed that had spilled from your cunt, and gently wiped your inner thighs with the warm cloth. It was an odd but nice feeling. The small gesture showed that he also genuinely cared for you. He went back to the bathroom with the towel and hung it up after having cleaned it.

His eyes ranked over your naked body, the afterglow of sex radiant.

“Are you going to stand there all night, or are you coming over here so we can lay together?” you giggled.

“I’m sorry. You’re so entrancing. I can’t believe I finally have you”.

You smiled at his words as he came to the other side of the bed to lay down and softly cradle you in his arm. He kissed the top of your head and smelled in your scent.

“I’m sorry I didn’t buy you dinner first. That wasn’t very gentleman-ish of me” he mumbled.

You simply laughed and replied “Is’ okay”.

You rolled onto your other side, still laying with Theseus’ strong arms wrapped around you, so that you were now in a spooning position. He kissed you right below your ear and whispered “I love you, Y/N”.

Both of you had your eyes closed.

“I love you too, Thes” you silently mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear, as you both drifted off to sleep.

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